In which I can pretend y'all missed me but I know you didn't
So hi. Crazy week. I find myself obsessed with a fandom in a way I haven't been in over 10 years. I spend every waking minute thinking about Eggsy and Harry, I SWEAR. The story I'm writing is flowing out of me in ways I can't imagine, which is great, but scary. Thankfully I have the wonderful brandywine28 to keep me in check, and by that I mean she reads every chapter, tells me when I'm using the wrong word (Harry recently slept with someTHING instead of someONE), and generally is a one-person cheerleading squad. I love that she's willing to say to me, "Do the British actually say hand job or blow job, or would they use another phrase?" I will also say that I'm learning more about the differences between British and American English then I ever have before.
Here's a favorite, though: BelVita blueberry breakfast crackers. They are not crackers, they're CRACK. I love these freaking things with my morning coffee. And unfortunately the hot guy in my office (it's okay, he's married to another coworker, a complete dream of a woman) has a huge Sam's Club size box of these in his drawer, and made them available to me the other day. He's a pusher.
Lance recently spoke at the University of Pittsburgh, which is four hours away from me. Thankfully I found out after fact, because I have no excuse to drive to Pbg and it's a BORING drive through mountaints and tunnels and things. But he was in my state, looking adorable (according to his FB), and I can just live on that.
Finally, you already know this, but these boys are my favorite today. There are things I want to do to them that probably are illegal. I am 12 years younger than Colin and 17 years older than Taron, so I feel I could very easily be the filling in that sandwich. ;)