Ten thousand leagues beneath the green

[sovay]

My day was a landslide of slush-reading combined with running errands for the cat, but I managed to have a milkshake and a chicken parmesan sub for dinner, which was refreshingly juvenile.

I can't believe I'm just finding out now that BPAL did an entire line of perfumes based around sea chanteys. I don't even know if I could wear any of them, but I wish I had the budget to find out. I'm still looking for a real sea-scent and I almost have a textual excuse for a Napoleonic-era cologne. I am obviously attracted by the concept of smelling like a short-drag chantey, but if tobacco absolute is the real thing, I worry it will set off either my asthma or my migraines or both. It might be safer just to smell like nineteenth-century booze.

Tragically, I rather like this fake pride flag. It looks like nuanced genderqueer in the language of flowers.

Comments

[sovay]

If you have a preference, do let me know.

If this offer is still on the table, I have decided I would like to throw myself on the grenade of Asleep in the Deep, because of the salt and black plum. If this offer is not, Movers Part Deux happen.

[selkie]

Movers part deux can suck my anatomical improbabilities, for real, but your preference is noted for July.

[sovay]

Movers part deux can suck my anatomical improbabilities, for real, but your preference is noted for July.

*hugs*