And cut my little heart out (man, that sounds way more violent than it should).
And then ironed my little heart out (again: ick).
I’ve got some swell little shorts.
Which are covered in authentic paint splotches (I did work in them to work them in).
Wore them with my new (to me) leather vest.
It’s a combination that’s rather b-b-b-bad to the bone, isn’t it?
