Ces't La Vie

Frustrating as it may seem, life should never be wasted in the bathtub of regrets and spoiled knickers. I’ve had my share of that and if I had a chance to do it over, I’ll go out and read more books. Destiny can spank me in the ass for being such a baby. I intoxicated myself too much with sweet evil spirits backed up with the tangy taste of lemon.

Confrontations wasn’t my forte. I’d rather shut my mouth than assert what was fair and square. I lost my vigor. I lost my determinism. I lost my monthly trips to my dentist. Lethargy bombarded me and filled my thighs with fat.

Trying to convert my pessimism into optimism, I still let the sweet evil spirits possess me sans the lemons (i like it pure and strong) while I get lost in the linear lights and the pumping sounds of Ibiza.