*groans* I just had a nice little text message chat with my older brother calling him "girl" and berating him for calling me and then pretending he hadn't. I thought it was K and that she had a new number (she changes phones once every three months or so and I was going off of our home area code in my inbox) but Joe gets it and just gasgahighio[gag[jkl.
See, it wouldn't be a problem except, well, hell, read this shit:
Girl you called about stayin over this weekend. I been sending texts back o forth with some1 I d6t know. U could just say o never mind.
Yes, apparently, talking to K means all my ability with the English language goes flying out the window. But, thank God, I said girl or I'd still be roundabouting with Joe and going down that slippery slope of language mutilation and humiliation. *facepalmfacepalmfacepalm* Woooow, Di, good going there.
Anyway, that's all fixed and hopefully K'll get back to me and maybe come up for the weekend, which'd be nice.
AND I have a picspam. I do have a fic I've been working on (fic's not really the right word...) but I would rather humiliate myself publicly five times over than post that anywhere. It's just too kinky and too personal. I don't think I've ever written non-self-insert fic that was more geared towards making myself happy, if that makes sense? It's an offshoot of Paramour and is at almost 3,000 words now. ( Kittens and Other ThingsCollapse )