Last couple of days I've been swamped with work (a good thing). I've gotten up early, come down to my studio and started working merrily away. After around 10 minutes, my boobs start to annoy me. I can feel them hanging around my stomach and my sides... and it's truly not a pleasant feeling!
After 2 hours of this bullshit, gross, disgusting feeling - and physically holding up udders up by placing my arm underneath them to take the weight, I finally go have a shower and bra up. What is with that? Why do I put up with the feeling (and let me tell you it's not pleasant) for 2 whole fucking hours before deciding to do anything about it. Laziness, I guess. Or just plain fucking stupidity!
Anyfatgrosstitties... As it's Talking Tursdee... today I bring you the story 'Radio Gaga' - it's a saga of fear, trepidation and self dis-belief... of a bad man in a great industry. You might wanna grab a cuppa and settle in for the long haul (or like the next 10 minutes). Having said that if you can't be fucked listening... I totally understand! It is Tursdee after all. I can't be fucked doing much after Tuesday morning.