Seriously, what is with the women of Edinburgh hitting my biker boots + floaty dresses kink? It was fucking distracting! Not to mention there's only so much ogling one can justify with "admiring an outfit" to one's mother.

( Today was my Edinburgh Fringe day, and it was AWESOME. )

Dunno if this even justifies a post but I'm gonna be away til Sunday night - I'm going to see a friend in a play (should be interesting, it's written by Stephen Greenhorn) then do epic DIY on El Flatto for two days.

Have a good one flist!