So pardon my playing dress up. With the heat outside!
But I guess it was a good thing that I got these mustard-colored skinnies. I’ve always had a difficult time wearing my similarly colored boots (made me look shorter than I already am).
Errr, why do I look like I was being interviewed here?
Jolly as I may be, and as depressing is highly unbecoming, the color yellow just refuses to be friendly.
Black is easy. And so is red. Death and anger and fire. Aries and Hades. Solitude and the abyss.
No, I didn’t go to Poveda in high school!
The color yellow just refuses to be weighed down. Though it can be reckless and sacrificial, as canaries in an unexplored mine.
Why do I look like Panda here?
Lighten up! Hope you have a light-hearted Tuesday!