Sketchy Corridors

I like to eat watermelon seeds, but come to think of it, I like a lot of things. I like the smell of lavender embracing my sheets just as I’ve drifted off into a cozy form of sleep and I like white roses. I like polka-dots, as a matter of fact I’m crazy about them, and I like grocery shopping in cute stores even though I can’t reach half the sh** I need to buy.

I like love life, and in case you haven’t noticed, I like black and white photography and the authentic, classy stories they tell with a hint of originality and elegance. That is why I post them in everything I write; because they speak to me in some way, shape, or form, whether they’re chic, sexy, or downright eccentric.

In case you should wonder, nothing on this blog is chosen by fluke, and that’s because I’m a nit-picky freak born with a perfection-seeking-disorder.

I like just about everything if I want to, because nine times out of ten, I’m sort of this hardcore optimist. I like hand sanitizer and sketchy corridors, and I’d like to roll around in a federal prison to satisfy the thrill-chasing whatevers in my little heart.

Not a lot of things I like go hand-in-hand, and for some reason beyond my wisdom, I manage to make things work. I like a man in a dress-shirt-and-tie, as the scent of Armani Code flutters from his neck in the middle of a make-out session conversation.