I am finishing up the night in a dungeon in the UK and what better place than this gaudy pink room to sit back and blow up my new balloons and use my legs to pop majority of them. I tell you how I feel as these balloons are different. They're small. They're hard to blow, but that doesn't mean I can't have fun blowing them up, tying them off and popping them in my own little way. Whether it be I bite them or squeeze them really hard with my thighs and maybe using my long fingernails to assist in bursting all of them. All I know is no balloon is safe around me and this further proves that the...

I am finishing up the night in a dungeon in the UK and what better place than this gaudy pink room to sit back and blow up my new balloons and use my legs to pop majority of them. I tell you how I feel as these balloons are different. They're small. They're hard to blow, but that doesn't mean I can't have fun blowing them up, tying them off and popping them in my own little way. Whether it be I bite them or squeeze them really hard with my thighs and maybe using my long fingernails to assist in bursting all of them. All I know is no balloon is safe around me and this further proves that they all belong in shards even if I am in a pretty pink room full of wigs and costumes that will never fit me. Just another lovely day in the UK blowing and popping and ending with a grin.