Forget me, even my Dogs back home are cursing at their misfortune.
I'm simply, CRUDE! If my persona was clay, then you could say I'm still searching for my potter. The last thing I am is well bred!
THE pbm is scared of change. Wishes everything would stay the way it is!
Wrong, I would die if I wasn't fed by latest 10 a.m.! Except when I go to the gym early and work hard, which actually kills my appetite until lunchtime.
The pbm has an unrequited love and the loved party knows about it.