The title of this post holds no innuendo, but now you think it does.
I look at other blogs and wish I was somewhat classy and elegant, petite and well spoken. Instead I am the opposite.
Sporting grey trackies, a grey singlet and red hearts slippers. Oh but still classy enough to wear a bra. Oh or is it not classy wearing a bra.
And the always intellectual Family Guy.
On the other hand can't wait to move and it seems like boy is excited too, or I am reading it wrong.
A weekend of getting lost and putting up with my mother is what I need to brace myself for whats to come.
After looking at 'foreshore' photos all I understand is the day is about pingers, bad fake tans, dicks walking around with no shirts - if I wanted to see that I would go to cube - and boobs out EVERYWHERE. And that's me saying that.
Did I miss the bit where Music festivals stopped being all about the music.
I have really shape K9's - one keeps cutting the inside of my gums up.
Just finished my latest book, it was better then I expected. Something diffrent and the book was actually about change. It made me want to travel lots. Now on to a bit of a heaveyer book, even though less then a 1/4 in thickness I am sure it will take me longer to read.
pfft whatever. if you were emaciated &full of poetry i would not like you one bit. never change my dear xx
ReplyDeletealso lol foreshore. &lol most music festivals.