It's been another year around the sun.
I care a little less with every year that passes.
I don't wear make-up anymore.
I don't wash my hair anymore.
I bring my dog to places where he's not allowed.
I wear gym clothes when I meet clients.
I don't hide my septum ring anymore.
When I'm told I can't, I say move out of my way.
If I were in a movie, I'd be a villain and I'm perfectly happy about it.