Sometimes I need a jolt. Who doesn’t? But my jolt needs to be a big, damn slam of get the fuck going. I usually go. And fast. Furious.
But some days, my ass says I’m not moving and Netflix kicks in. Whatever. April showers suck, and there have been way too many of them this spring.
So sun, get the hell over here so my ass starts wiggling in happy! Cuz that’s my real gig. 🙂