don't raise your eye, it's only teenage wasteland.
So, I got home from paintball today (so much pain, haha) to see my bedroom light on. Being an insanely private teenage girl, I got worried.
My mother was sitting at my computer, typing out some crap for her work. This would have been all well and good (well, ignoring the fact that it's really strange to see anyone touching my computer) if it weren't for the fact that before I left for paintball this morning, I'd left the following windows open: two fics from footballslash, and one of my own fics. Involving semi-explicit slash. And players that she knows well.
There is no way in hell that she didn't see them. And unless she's more trepid than I've given her credit for over the past eighteen or so years (which she's not), she read them as well.
Haha. I feel so awkward.
My mother was sitting at my computer, typing out some crap for her work. This would have been all well and good (well, ignoring the fact that it's really strange to see anyone touching my computer) if it weren't for the fact that before I left for paintball this morning, I'd left the following windows open: two fics from footballslash, and one of my own fics. Involving semi-explicit slash. And players that she knows well.
There is no way in hell that she didn't see them. And unless she's more trepid than I've given her credit for over the past eighteen or so years (which she's not), she read them as well.
Haha. I feel so awkward.