Me again.

That's better! Nowt like a bit of exercise to get you going. The doodah brain blobs I acquired after just one hour's training have kicked in nicely - a double whammy for me today as I had a wee stop in a girly shop or two - new clothes or shoes have a similar effect when you are a glamour bunny. Shame my bank balance isn't similarly easy to please. Problem is you only live once and I just ain't a planner. So I've done it again. What a sweet lass gabbing away to me in the shop about how she deals with her large boobs and the pro's and cons of modern clothing not allowing for them etcetera whilst laughing at my howls of horror from the changing room......... I eventually trundled out to show her the problem to the sudden sound of silence - the sight of a rather large gulp, followed by an "oh.... I see." Her poor "annoying" bosom appeared a tad boyish nexto my almighty melons. Anyway - she went on to say "well - never mind - I bet blokes don't - I mean, its great for them, like a porno, innit, chuckle chuckle chuckle." Hmmmmm. Anyway, me little mate was a lovely help indeed in the end and here I am. Skint but smiling today. And rather than come in and use this newfound energy on some of the work I have to do, all I can think about is dancing. Me girly mates are shacked up with lovers so are not keen and I really want to dance. Preferably NOT in my front room alone either. So, dearest faithful diary. Fancy morphing into a slinky chick or a schmooooove groovy boy and hitting a club with me? Think about it. You are all silver and shiny and seem to be full of tunes what I listen to so lets do it man. Let's 'ave it. Right. Off to look for my magic wand. Inabit! Oh - have a good weekend y'all.

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