Painting pictures the color of our hearts, one lip at a time.
Back to business with one more sentiment to share: real men love overalls, cha ching. The latter events of last week have left me in an ambiguous country that smells like ocean. I’m still here though and when I say here I mean that omnipresently not like I’m cultivating my own brand of higher power but more like you can take the girl away from the computer but you can’t take the computer away from the girl, or something that renders a little more meaning upon reversing nouns. Above you’ll find a small dose of Sunday inspiration brought to you by Tommy Ton and the accents that paint the color of our hearts: rouge, motha fucka. That’s all I have though and I’ve got to go brush my teeth, so, bye! I love you.