I really don’t have much to say lately because I’m stuck inside and depressed AF. But here is me as a rooftop ballerina last weekend.
I’m a terrible dancer and that includes ballet but I’ve always loved a tutu.
And I will continue to wear tutus in perpetuity. They aren’t just for ballerinas. Or children.
In my morbid state of mind I may go as far to say I should be buried in a tutu.
Although I will be referring to my burial that happens at least 100 years from now.
Because before I get buried in a tutu, I want to be an alive and well old ass bitch running around the town in a tutu.
It’s the only way.
Happy rooftop ballerina Saturday.