I'm calling Peter Pan. Being a grown-up sucks ass. I'm fed up. Too much stress, too much drama - and too much CRAP. So, if any of you folks know a the way to the Lost Boy's tree house - I'm in for a good Bang-A-Rang.
It's Friday. Let's sling some imaginary shit, spaz out like it doesn't matter, and feel alive. Hell, I'm happy for a good sprinkler run.
Call me Wendy if you wanna - let's rattle Tink's bell and fly! Holla at me if you're in.
Say I'm not the only one!!
