Inception has taken over my soul
Seriously, things are starting to get out of hand. Been fighting the urge to write fanfic (losing that battle; results should be up tomorrow or day after), and there's an inappropriate amount of inappropriate Inception related pictures and macros on my hard drive.
Example:
That one is tame. Trust me. I'd post/link the others, but they're pushing it. Aaand I digress from my point. Ish. Inception has taken me over, and finally slipped into my dreams. Huzzah D: Dreamt that Eames (Tom Hardy, pictured below) taught me how to box and entered me in a competition. I made it to third place or something before someone I'd defeated decided they needed to blackmail me out of the competition, which was very uncool because I was actually doing well and doing Eames proud. Sigh. Maybe I should figure out where that poker chip acutally belongs, because however much I'd like to imagine, Eames did not leave it on my kitchen table. Heh, I love how I insisted Arthur was my favorite character no less than five mintues after watching the movie, and yet Eames has already instated himself into at least three different stories and one (remembered) dream. Wtf indeed.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna try and go to sleep without seriously considering throwing things at my neighbor's house. I'm all for cultural diversity and whatnot, but you will make nothing but enemies if you play and sing along to mariachi music until two in the goddamn morning. Ahem. Like I said, trying to resist....
Example:
That one is tame. Trust me. I'd post/link the others, but they're pushing it. Aaand I digress from my point. Ish. Inception has taken me over, and finally slipped into my dreams. Huzzah D: Dreamt that Eames (Tom Hardy, pictured below) taught me how to box and entered me in a competition. I made it to third place or something before someone I'd defeated decided they needed to blackmail me out of the competition, which was very uncool because I was actually doing well and doing Eames proud. Sigh. Maybe I should figure out where that poker chip acutally belongs, because however much I'd like to imagine, Eames did not leave it on my kitchen table. Heh, I love how I insisted Arthur was my favorite character no less than five mintues after watching the movie, and yet Eames has already instated himself into at least three different stories and one (remembered) dream. Wtf indeed.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna try and go to sleep without seriously considering throwing things at my neighbor's house. I'm all for cultural diversity and whatnot, but you will make nothing but enemies if you play and sing along to mariachi music until two in the goddamn morning. Ahem. Like I said, trying to resist....