I had a birthday cake this year. A big, creamy, sugary, chocolate cake.
I really have gained the equivalent weight of a small human in the past year.
Bopping, bouncing and big fish -ing my way to liberation, completely starkers.
I just wanted the diary that had the effin’ pigeons on.
Though I can practically see the inside of your butt cheeks in such attire, you at least have the balls to do it and hey, kudos to you and your butt.
I knew then that I was just made for a life of serious f*** the system rule breaking.
We could all benefit sometimes from having a bit more f*** it in our lives