Permission

So after telling the boy, end over end, that I write about him, I'm now allowed to refer to him by name. I still don't want to, because I like this version better, plus, I am endlessly jealous, and don't want anyone else to hunt him down.

In the boy part, he sent me this link tonight: Dionaea House. I've read through it, but not closely. My thoughts are mostly Blair Witch, and also, WHAT?

And that's one of the many reasons that I adore him. He gives me intrigue, and interest, and makes me laugh harder than anyone else.

I also had to confess tonight to Momma that I write about her. She gave me the death glare (damn, she's good at that) and told me that once it's posted, it can never be taken down. Then she got over it, and realized that her daughter just does what she does.

Also, thank you, Wade, for allowing me to talk about you.

Yea? Or bad? How many repercussions have you had for writing?