my type of girl
The weather, grey. The rain, thick.
I wake up to oppression all around me, dark thoughts clouding my mind.
And I opened my drawer, I saw two things; I saw the warm Tod loafers and I see the crisp cashmere socks.
Then I knew today was a good day.
100 dollars a sock, 2 ankles, you do the math.
Put them on, socks on first, followed by the loafers.
Then I knew from that day, that week, that month, that year, that decade, that millennium, that we’d be rich forever.
got my niggas in paris