Of Snakes & Broken Hearts

No...don't get your hopes up...this is not a deep and meaningful philosophical rant.
I mean seriously...what can you say about snakes and broken hearts anyway? Unless:
(a) You want to off yourself a la Cleopatra
(b) You're going on a major sugar binge on a rainbow assortment of gummy snakes

In any case, it actually kind of sounds like the sordid beginning of a B-rated Mills & Boon literary porn novel.

It could be a literary ode to my sudden impulsive craze for acquiring knuckledusters.
There's just something oh-so-fun about wearing serious bling on your fingers.

One takes the age old cliche 'Wearing one's heart on the sleeve' to a whole new blingtastic level (It's actually a broken heart for the record...and no it's not because I'm wallowing in self pity-tastic sorrow at the fact that nobody wants to date me...Never...) and the other is just the most awesome pointless snake cuff ring from Erin Wasson's Low Luv line that I have been crushing on for literally like...eternity and beyond. Okay I lie...um...ever since the beginning of this year? That's long enough as far as one-sided love affairs go...

Feel loved. Or go nuts with knuckledusters. Either way...it's pretty fab.

Love Love Love

xx

Bec