ohgod.

So in January I was talking about a Seifer/Irvine fic. You might remember this. A year ago I was talking about an AU country-star!fic. Some of you might remember that.

They happen to be the same fic.

I have finally gotten far enough to post it.

Chapter One

There's a story about this fic, and it is this: a long time ago, Nay did an AU meme in which she asked for a series of AU prompts from friends to write fic about! I thought it sounded awesome and shamelessly stole it. She return-prompted me with this AU: Irvine is a country music star and Seifer is his bodyguard. I died of absolute pleasure.

Then I wrote a beginning and sat on it for like 1,000 days because I suck.

This January I started it again for JanNoWriMo, and actually really liked what I was writing; but it got pushed to the back burner again, because like always, I continue to suck.

I've finally written about half of it and I feel confident enough in it that I've posted Chapter One (above). Not only is this Nay's birthday gift for something like two (possibly three!!!) years running, but it's part of a huge thank-you for all the time and effort she's put into ff_exchange when I've been too busy to equal her mad efforts.

I would love to know why I take my AU fic so seriously!

i am such a baby

so I am bawling my eyes out, and I have been for the past thirty minutes or so, because we caught a bird in one of the things we had set out to catch chipmunks.

he probably broke his wing and he probably won't make it, but we've wrapped him up in blankets and tucked him in a box like we all used to do as kids when the birds hit the window.

I. I just. I am such a baby but I can't even feed my birds any more and not only do I have to trap chipmunks, now I'm hurting the birds too? I hate this.

I'm fucking 27 years old and I shouldn't be crying about a bird, but I am, and that's that.