Last night when I was freaking out about my stupid draft Kara said she was dedicting this song to me, and all of us.
We have made a hat! Where there never was a hat!
KLB asked for 14 17 26 but then I deleted the question by mistake *facepalm* so here we are in a text post…
14. I have a bunch of unconscious habits. Singing to myself is a pretty obvious one. I tend to overuse the word “just” when writing, and oh god, the endless smiling of people at each other *g*
17. I regret sighing too much? Forgetting birthdays :/
26. I’m pretty sure that you’ve heard this story before but okay! The story of my first kiss is part of a ridiculously interwoven, massively unlikely, soap opera-like series of events that befell me and my friendship group in our mid teens. Anyway, the shorter version goes something like this. I was walking home with a guy friend, we lived near each other and had been walking home from school together for months, and talking a lot about life, the universe and Dune novels, which he was lending me book by book. Yeah. So we fell into a talk about how we sort of really liked it other but couldn’t be together for various overly complex reasons and then we didn’t talk for a couple of days and it was miserable and we were, “well this is stupid, let’s be friends again! We can totally do that!” but then we walked home and got to the end of his road (also you have to picture this in the middle of the countryside, I’m not even kidding, fields all around, sheep, the whole bit) and he was like, “You’re still sad, here, would a hug help?” and I said yes, and then (I SWEAR I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP) he said, “would a kiss help?” and I said yes, and he kissed me. And then a bus came round the corner and nearly took us both out. The End.
This is likely to only be of interest to Kara, unless anyone else particularly wants to hear me laugh at myself while attempting to podfic.