Unf.
So I was all set to make a post about how I'm having this seven-year-itch, but music-wise, and digging up all my CDs from 2003--Postal Service, Justin's Justified, the first two Coldplay albums...hell, I've had Transatlanticism on rotation in my car for a week straight--and then David Cook goes and posts an album preview and I am gnashing my teeth for it!
[ Oh, David Cook, I still love you the best, you sexy mofo. ]
Work is crazy-pants today after a week-and-a-half out of the office, but I'm still messing about with my WIPs. To wit:
Eames follows Arthur's gaze down. "It's a foreskin, you realize, not some sentient parasite."
Oh, Eames.
[ Oh, David Cook, I still love you the best, you sexy mofo. ]
Work is crazy-pants today after a week-and-a-half out of the office, but I'm still messing about with my WIPs. To wit:
Eames follows Arthur's gaze down. "It's a foreskin, you realize, not some sentient parasite."
Oh, Eames.