As anyone who knows and loves me, knows that this girl likes to have a good time. I like whiskey and dancing and good music and telling really inappropriate jokes. I speak loudly and I speak often. I also say whatever the fuck I feel like saying, most times. There is such a big part of me that is this Character that I Play in the Game of Life. And lemme tell yah, it's fucking FUN. I think of Beyonce and her onstage persona Sasha Fierce. Well, my LIFE is a stage and I've found my own Sasha Fierce. And her name is Skampcity. Skamp likes going oot n' aboot and tossing around a good time like it's candy in a Fourth of July parade. But... Skamp also takes off her costumes and likes to hang around, watching movies like The Notebook. Skamp's real name shall remain unsaid, in the event that I get myself a grown up job someday, and I can't have all this shit come back to haunt me in the future.
At any rate, today Skamp can't seem to find her pile of brightly colored wigs. Her swearing is at a minimum, and she's off somewhere in the jungle, contemplating life and maybe gettin' dirty with the locals. I'll put half my eggs in a basket and say that I'm pretty sure she'll be back tomorrow, hell, maybe later this afternoon. She'll be back, and I know for a FACT that she's got more shit to lay on you.
So till then, bitches, relax knowing you can go through an entire day without reading the word "fuck" written about 3 dozen times.
Also, don't tell her that I'm about to borrow her Ben Was and have my own self a dandy time.
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