Am having a girly day.

Dear God of Boobs:

Are you there? Is there a God of Boobs? I'm honestly not sure. But if you are, I've got a few things to say. And you must know I'm a long-term worshipper and admirer, y0.

The cup runneth over.

Please, oh God of Boobs, do not make me like unto a Double D, for I have enough fucking trouble buying bras already. I shall make icons in your glory, Hallelujah.

Love and adoration,

Tory.

PS: In meantime, will settle for no spillage during job interview.

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Addendum to the List of Imps I've Ordered Recently:

Coyote, Brisingamen, Shanghai, Nefertiti (on herongale's rec), Blood Lotus, Mantis, and Houses of the Sun: Ra.

This in addition to the Fleurs de Mal, Raven, Belladonna, Veil, Vinland, Kali, Glasgow, Hamadryad, and Yerevan already on the way. Sixteen total that I'm waiting for.

*headdesk*

I'd better get this job.

Shoutout: BPAL note!

One of you was drooling after Jazz Funeral--Lyko, Mikke, Sky, maybe, one of you FMA folks who's been evangelized by Heron and me?

Just letting you know there's an imp up on alchemylab, if you find this in time. :)