its no secret that i would let this guy poke my butt..ok maybe not my butt. he's man candy. plain and simple.
but if we're gonna be lovers this shit would have to change...
what is this? tuscan? home depot express? is that even still around? what? walmart?
this is a loft. in manhattan. for fucksake.
who told him that everything needed to be distressed?
and what? who staged that ottoman with wine and candles? i'll bet they're vanilla scented.
and really with all the girly chandeliers? (there are more in the magazine that i looked at in borders this morning before i had to put it down bc my hands went palsy on me)
gerard. we are totes doing it at my place.