The rats are running on their little wire wheels, randomly pulling phrases from the rolodex that is my mind. Putting random phrases together, like: "maybe we should have cous cous and strawberries for dinner and shave the cat's ass" or "let's play yahtzee and i can pull that giant stick out of your ass"... Rats with rolodexes are running my thought processes. What's next??
I am in a new city surrounded by a rush of the beautiful people... Their faceless forms blending into one another in a sea of red and black and pink clothing. They all have perfect hair and perfect bodies. This much perfection takes thousands to achieve. Plastic surgery is the new Weight Watcher dieting plan. Slim in a day.
I'm planning on having my boobs chopped off in favor of something smaller and perkier- near weightless. Major surgery always freaks me out. Plus the side affects are pretty extreme if something goes wrong. Losing all feeling in my breasts permanently?? No thanks.
I am in a new city surrounded by a rush of the beautiful people... Their faceless forms blending into one another in a sea of red and black and pink clothing. They all have perfect hair and perfect bodies. This much perfection takes thousands to achieve. Plastic surgery is the new Weight Watcher dieting plan. Slim in a day.
I'm planning on having my boobs chopped off in favor of something smaller and perkier- near weightless. Major surgery always freaks me out. Plus the side affects are pretty extreme if something goes wrong. Losing all feeling in my breasts permanently?? No thanks.
Eek, keep your boobies.
Thank you again for the welcome