I’m not sure, I must admit. (And now her royal bitchness has descended to resume residency I can’t check offhand.)
But I’m sure it had a compelling mixture of humour and pathos, spite and vulnerability, harsh realism and wild psychedelic fancy.
And seriously, someone other than me really needs to have a go at cutting my hair. I never get the chance to see how bad I do with the back. Thanks for the heads up!
Pun intended with force!
Hahah, I forgot about that. What did I write again?
I’m not sure, I must admit. (And now her royal bitchness has descended to resume residency I can’t check offhand.)
But I’m sure it had a compelling mixture of humour and pathos, spite and vulnerability, harsh realism and wild psychedelic fancy.
Yeah, come to think of it, I think I wrote, “This isn’t Teigan’s fridge…it’s his sisters.”
Can’t remember where I got the ellipsis from though.
And seriously, someone other than me really needs to have a go at cutting my hair. I never get the chance to see how bad I do with the back. Thanks for the heads up!
Pun intended with force!
I like a forceful pun, me.