I saved this picture of Olivia Buckland based on two things. Her purple hair, and the polka dots. The tattoos aren't entirely necessary but they don't hurt either. She's a British reality show idiot and normally I have zero interest in reality show nit wits, even if they are built like a brick shit-house, but polka dots compel me to do things I wouldn't normally do. Kind of like when
Curly smells Wild Hyacinth. Don't ask me to explain it. Just one of the many fascinating, mysterious, and complex facets in the diamond of me.
