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needs more caffeine.
My son is playing Red Dead Redemption right now, which pretty much boils down to him shooting things and also shouting a lot whenever his horse dies. I don't even know. Last night, I spent a good hour creeping on his Facebook, scoping out his fairly awkward attempts to talk to girls, and it was cracking me up, because he is so very much like his father.
I've finally accepted the fact that he is (and will continue to be) taller than me, but his legs are super hairy all of a sudden, and he keeps trying to make his voice sound deeper than it really is, especially on the telephone. I don't really see any of myself in him; it's like he got absolutely everything from his father. He walks like his father, and he slouches like his father, and he's picked up a lot of his father's tics or mannerism or whatever you want to call it. Pretty much everything but the hair. My son recently buzzed his all off, but my ex had a wicked heavy metal ponytail in middle school. It was 1989, though. That was pretty much standard issue.
REMIX. UGH. I don't want to wait until tomorrow! I want to read my story now!
Speaking of stories, I'm in the middle of a beta job on a TOTALLY AWESOME STORY, which I love, because I feel like I'm getting a sneak preview. It's one of my favorite pairings, too -- a pairing that totally needs more fic.
Right now I am staring at about 2,000 words of Jon/Sansa that will probably never see the light of day. It started off as a kink meme fill, but then it did that thing where it decided it wanted to have a storyline and stuff. I can't decide if this is a \O/ surprise or a /O\ surprise.
I've finally accepted the fact that he is (and will continue to be) taller than me, but his legs are super hairy all of a sudden, and he keeps trying to make his voice sound deeper than it really is, especially on the telephone. I don't really see any of myself in him; it's like he got absolutely everything from his father. He walks like his father, and he slouches like his father, and he's picked up a lot of his father's tics or mannerism or whatever you want to call it. Pretty much everything but the hair. My son recently buzzed his all off, but my ex had a wicked heavy metal ponytail in middle school. It was 1989, though. That was pretty much standard issue.
REMIX. UGH. I don't want to wait until tomorrow! I want to read my story now!
Speaking of stories, I'm in the middle of a beta job on a TOTALLY AWESOME STORY, which I love, because I feel like I'm getting a sneak preview. It's one of my favorite pairings, too -- a pairing that totally needs more fic.
Right now I am staring at about 2,000 words of Jon/Sansa that will probably never see the light of day. It started off as a kink meme fill, but then it did that thing where it decided it wanted to have a storyline and stuff. I can't decide if this is a \O/ surprise or a /O\ surprise.