ça va péter des flammes.. Because I realized that while we can't tear out a single page of our life we can throw the whole book in the fire. George Sand. She understands me.
And what better place to go up in smoke than in front of the crème de la crème?
Well, dark revolutionary red lipstick will be the wise choice for the meeting to discover pack of brazen lies.
And I believe that they will be dead and buried with no chance for a resurrection after my little welcoming speech.
Now I covet to screw it all up because I'm exhausted as it can't be simply figured out.