That means I'd have to re live the crap boyfriends, the height of the Spice Girls dubious rise to fame and that damned ovarian cyst all over. No fucking way.
Each day I creep towards decrepitude is another day i've cheated death. And I celebrate this with every laughter line I've begun to acrue...
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25 again?
That means I'd have to re live the crap boyfriends, the height of the Spice Girls dubious rise to fame and that damned ovarian cyst all over.
No fucking way.
Each day I creep towards decrepitude is another day i've cheated death.
And I celebrate this with every laughter line I've begun to acrue...
*Tuppence worth*