Update/rant

Man, it's getting tiresome, this not having daily access to the internet. At least I can do this in advance and then post, effectively broadcasting to whoever gives a care that I am still alive and junk.

 

( Why yes, I am a cut. )

Since when is this supposed to be THAT difficult?!

Hmm, what else is there to say…oh, yeah! I went shopping with my best friend (you know…the one who I still blame for that plot bunny that resulted in that fic? Speaking of which, I will blame her again because now I want to write nice shiny porn involving a barbarian and an Imperial). Anyway, the objective was clear enough: to get a bra that fits dammit. That's no easy task for either of us…and with me, it's even worse…

 

( Twisted (strap) details follow )