i can be a reyt moody mare

i smile because I have absolutely no idea what's going on

always make time to smell the roses

live life by a compass not a clock

I survived yet another meeting that should have been an email

we live in the posh part of town

WTAF (3)

HMRC

for fuck's sake

sod this for a game of toy soldiers

i care more about my outfit than your opinion

the tartness of his face sours ripe grapes