karl, karl, karl

Can we please talk about how genius the first thirty seconds are !?

One, I fantasize daily about having enough rings to wear them like armor on my fingers. Soon this will be a reality.
Two, I'm going to start throwing things down with such a disdainful flourish when I am finished with them.

I think it's probably more than obvious that I watch Signe Chanel more than what society deems a healthy amount. Ah, merde. . .