December 17th, 2008


Of boys, unicycles and Rule 34

Last night, Mum gave me a sample of a perfume called Bond Girl. Naturally, I had to try it - you know, just to see if scantily-clad women with strange names start throwing themselves at me, or if a guitar riff starts to play whenever I turn a corner... we shall see.

Anyway, it's quite nice. Normally I wear Tommy Girl, which is kind of marine and spicy. This is sweet and vanilla-y and dare I say it, reminiscent of the 60s and 70s (at least, what I think they might have smelled like). I can't smell any alcohol base in it either. And it caused me to dress in 4 inch heeled boots and a mini skirt with silver tailored jacket. Clearly I should rename myself something exotic for the day. Suggestions?

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And after that, I have nothing to say.