Stuff...
So, I went shopping in Oxford Street earlier for some hiking boots and most of the shops already have their Christmas lights up. WOO!!! 49 days, guys. :D
Also...? Cinnabon pretty much owns my soul. Their cinnamon lip balm is pointless, however. How am I supposed to keep my lips from chapping when it tastes so GOOD?!
Oooh, I have an idea for an angsty, suspenseful AS/S fic, too, which may or may not involve poisoned tattoos. *plots* >:)
WELL DONE AMERICA!!! :D
Also...? Cinnabon pretty much owns my soul. Their cinnamon lip balm is pointless, however. How am I supposed to keep my lips from chapping when it tastes so GOOD?!
Oooh, I have an idea for an angsty, suspenseful AS/S fic, too, which may or may not involve poisoned tattoos. *plots* >:)
WELL DONE AMERICA!!! :D