"My life is Inception", perhaps?
So. I've watched Inception thrice and written about 40k words worth of fic and drawn three images for it, two of which are fairly NSFW. And then today we see this at the drugstore.
I see what you did there, graphic designers. And I really need to figure out a totem for myself.
In other news, starting work on Pt 3 of The French Drop, and trolling BlackBoard for the quiz Prof. Lamb claimed would be up this weekend.
- Mel
PS: Wearing Comme des Garçons Original eau de parfum again after a break of seven years. I blame Arthur. I seriously imagine him smelling like either that or one of the Incense range.
EDIT: It's 12:31 AM, 10 hours and a bath after I spritzed myself with the perfume, and I can still smell cedar and sandalwood wafting up from my cleavage. This stuff lasts. (At least, with my specific body heat and skin oil concentration and pH and whatnot.)
I see what you did there, graphic designers. And I really need to figure out a totem for myself.
In other news, starting work on Pt 3 of The French Drop, and trolling BlackBoard for the quiz Prof. Lamb claimed would be up this weekend.
- Mel
PS: Wearing Comme des Garçons Original eau de parfum again after a break of seven years. I blame Arthur. I seriously imagine him smelling like either that or one of the Incense range.
EDIT: It's 12:31 AM, 10 hours and a bath after I spritzed myself with the perfume, and I can still smell cedar and sandalwood wafting up from my cleavage. This stuff lasts. (At least, with my specific body heat and skin oil concentration and pH and whatnot.)