My very literal brush with fame
Uhm...
I just sat beside Damien Rice at the coffeehouse, slurping soup. (Me, not him.) Like, he was pressed up against my side close. And I had unwashed hair, very unflattering clothes, no make-up whatsoever. Plus, you know, slurping soup. *facepalm*
I just pretended I didn't recognise him and wrote Jensen/Jared highschool porn instead.
[ETA. He kept humming music, nothing I recognised though. There were three of them together. The Irish accents were killing me. *dies*]
I just sat beside Damien Rice at the coffeehouse, slurping soup. (Me, not him.) Like, he was pressed up against my side close. And I had unwashed hair, very unflattering clothes, no make-up whatsoever. Plus, you know, slurping soup. *facepalm*
I just pretended I didn't recognise him and wrote Jensen/Jared highschool porn instead.
[ETA. He kept humming music, nothing I recognised though. There were three of them together. The Irish accents were killing me. *dies*]