I took you off for this thread as it was getting tedious figuring out who was speaking to who, etc.
You seem to have schizophrenia as you cannot seem to make up your mind whether I am new or not, which is hilarious.
I picture you as a fat, barefoot 49-year old housewife in suburban PA with oversized, drooping breasts, too much makeup purchased on sale from CVS, and mismatched blouse/pants outfit that stopped fitting 8 years ago after your 4th child but that you are too vain to admit should not be worn any longer - who sits on a torn, unattractive fabric couch with a various assortment of current and former boyfriends on Sunday afternoons screaming for her preferred football team.
This is a change of pace from Saturdays where your primary focus is on HSN on which you spend modest sums on poorly-made costume jewelery hoping to be seen as a local Joan Rivers - but sadly is more commonly discussed as a poor version of Amy Schumer.
While some elements of my depiction might be exaggerated, I doubt they are very far off the mark.