Don't leave a voicemail, seriously.

HEY, WHAT'RE Y'ALL UP TO?

I just wrote 4k words of Inception fic. Sitting in a wooden chair. My butt hurts like an angry fangirl.

Ok, my dog is jumping on the cats because she wants dinner. So I'm going to do the shit I should have been while I was writing this and come back and edit it.

Don't get excited, it's my usual non-porny backstory fic. I tried to get a prompt off the kink_meme to get some inspiration, but nothing appealed. I would emoticon a sad face here if I did that.

Does anyone know if that DirectTV ad with the Russian dude with all the gold stuff is on the internet? The end of that freaking cracks me up.

If you haven't seen this, watch it. The end will make your life.



Now that this one is out of the way, maybe I can get some kind of shipping on. We'll see.

( Inception: Some people employ retail therapy. )

I still can't turn smartquotes off on the version of Word I have. What a piece of crap!

I guess I need an icon.