So I ended up sleeping in and practically leaped out of bed, scaring the hell out of Rebecca as I got dressed like a Tasmanian devil.
And then SHE realized that she slept in too, and shit really got chaotic. 😄
It wasn’t a bad day, though.
A bit weird, yes, but humorous and productive, too.
Oh! Oh! My brother! He – here, let me just paste the Google + convo…
JC: I am going to add a section to my site for disturbing, twisted, and dark stories – written by myself and you. And there will be prizes…
ME: Oh shit! I want to submit something! Seriously!!!
ME: Motherfucker you have not SEEN a spider-monkeying yet! That is so not gonna fly! I’m submitting something – and you’ll accept it or I publish your high school pictures. mic drop
You know what his reaction was to my comment? NOTHING. I waited for like 30 minutes, constantly refreshing Google +, and – nothing. Now, keep in mind that Rebecca was trying to get me to drop it the entire time. Which only egged me on.
So I stormed into his room and asked him what the fuck his deal was. He just looked at me with the confused expression on his face (which for him meant a raised eyebrow) and asked me what I was talking about.
To make a long story short: he won’t let me submit anything. He thinks I’m going to submit some porn or something. He doesn’t think I can write a serious short story.
Stay tuned… 😄