sundries

Tonight, Patty and I are going to see Coco Before Chanel at the SAG/WGA screening.

I am trying to be super productive today, not just because of that, but because a story that has been fighting me decided to work last night, right at bed time, and I'd like to just finish it at lunch. Because Torchwood fandom needs a post-CoE kinky romance between Jack and a Jewish brothel owner on a self-sustaining Mars resort colony, right? This story is so much less tawdry (porny, yes; tawdry, no) than I'm making it sound it's not even funny. NO, I HAVE NO IDEA WHY I'M WRITING THIS.

Remember ages ago I linked you all to a survey about subway and street harassment dimethirwen was doing? Results!

I want these shoes

more than a little.

Luckily (?) this brand never fits me well. But hello there! Those are some fine fucking shoes.

http://www.fluevog.com/code/?pp=6&view=detail&p=89&colourID=2431