Bopping, bouncing and big fish -ing my way to liberation, completely starkers.
I just wanted the diary that had the effin’ pigeons on.
We could all benefit sometimes from having a bit more f*** it in our lives
Perhaps I’m doomed to a life of ever befitting Blue Monday’s!
Stepping into the lives of just one member of the Brown family and you’ll soon realise that everything is done at close to 100 mph.
Instead of giving up something either edible, of monetary value or looking for a decent bloke that can handle me (something that seems to take care of itself) I’ve decided to go cold turkey with Instagram
We surely all want to hear about my imaginative brain busting ideas and my two not-so-rounded A-grade spectacles bouncing liberally underneath my running top.
Perhaps next year, I’ll slap people in the face with my blow up helium balloon.
I’m fooling no one when I say that my banana is more appetizing.
We would probably find it easier to just try and accept change, grab it by the balls, and embrace it.