I have a big bottom. This was confirmed by a friend last night. I am unsatisfied, mortified. I am officially on a mission called Operation Small Bum Be Had.(OSBBH)
With all that's out of control and mayhem around me and my brain, I shalt officially throw my, erm, weight, into concentrating on OSBBH.
I'm going into the ghetto just now for three reasons:
1) I love the ghetto. I'm wierd like that. It centres me, makes me forget about the things that make me sad. It also puts me on a high for days. (And not cos I take on the crack offers at each corner, mind.)
2) Photos for my photography course. So many pictures, so little time. And in black & white...
3) I need to write a story on stuff, and decided to wonder in there to somehow do it there. Armed with two cameras (one digital) and a notepad and pen.
I feel for a little Nigerian coffee...I wonder if that coicides with OSBBH?