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
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.