I'm a gay man trapped in a woman's body!
What else is there for me to conquer? Hopefully my ego.
A fire lit under my ass? Yeah, that's true. No time to waste.
When I'm dead and no longer the threat. My comfort is that all the great artists since the beginning of time have always been completely misunderstood and never fully appreciated until they were dead.
Love is a bird... she needs to fly.
Ever since my daughter was born I feel the fleetingness of time. And I don't want to waste it on getting the perfect lip color.