I love the fact my hair naturally goes into a quiff now, with minimal effort. Bad hair day? Quiff it. Hair won’t co-operate? Quiff it. Sorted.
I wish it was still acceptable to dress like a 50’s rockabilly.
Today is one of the rare occasions I’ve been content with my own company.
Bitch changed her tune. She never wanted to see me, but now I’m moving away she kicks up a fuss. Fuck. You.