Free to a good home

I think this is my favorite Bob Dylan song ever. It is the ultimate slow dancing in the bedroom song...or maybe the perfect lullaby. Anyway, it's been covered by a million people, so I thought I would join them. I'd really like Lucinda Williams to do this song.



In other news, I am trying to find a place to live come September. Mostly I'm finding sublets, but I have sent out a few emails to people searching for roommates and I even posted a little roommate groping note on the apartment board. I read a bunch of them, and they seemed to be 500-word biographical sketches more than anything else. It wasn't so much "find a room" as "find a life partner." It's a bit like a platonic dating site. I didn't give a sketch, just the normal "I can spend this much, I want to live in this area, and I have references/money/blah blah blah."

What should I have put?

Insufferably disorganized South Carolinian in need of place to house her madness.
Takes abnormally long showers.
Cannot abide life in August without a damn good air conditioner.
Occasionally makes enough grits to feed a family of 20 because have yet to learn how to measure out grits, despite being taught at one point.
Sings gospel hymns in the shower. No interest in proselytizing.
Housebroken.
Loses important papers.
Cannot find keys on a regular basis.
Watches The Vicar of Dibley when upset or depressed.
Icemaker preferred.
Must be let out to pee at 5 am.
Sheds.
Small adoption fee may apply.