I’m taking the piss out of ambition. I can’t be arsed being ambitious. My ambition is to have no ambition.

Ambition is a bit Tory really isn’t it. I should’ve known. I am writing with interest of not applying for your company because you’ll probably not reply anyway.

I’ll just be a male stripper instead. Not a Love Island one. Just I’m rock n roll take or leave me/I’m not arsed one.

What do I need to do to make some fuckin’ money. I’m not materialistic but the cost of living is going up. And it’s *** not *** just all about money. I mean these days it’s less of a physical thing & more of a transactional thing – or online thing – as in paying by card.

It’s a weird paradox – technology is really progressive & yet is counter productive too – I want it destroyed and yet it’s my biggest outlet.

I’ll be a rebellious music t-shift model. For all of my 100 odd followers. 400/500 odd on Twitter. Whatever it’s in that area. Who cares eh.

The world’s gone mad. And far too conservative – well I’m defo not. And it’s gone far fuckin’ borin’ too quite frankly.

I’m not a role model. And I don’t wanna be. But my looks & style might be my unique selling point now.

I’m good at being shit. I’m shit at being good. IMNOTPERFECT.

Well. I’ll look at the pluses. I’m that good I turn negatives into positives for fun. I’m grateful for what I have but I’m baddaas too – I’m x, y z – put together – my usp is how unique I am for better or worse & I’m sellin’ it.