*sigh*
Introductions are so awkward.
Purposefully talking about oneself out of context is . . . well, what does one say?
And why? Nothing about me is relevant -- or interesting -- to anyone else out of context, without relating to something.
So . . .
Here I am, propped up on my bed, Macbook on my knees, Kharma stretched out beside me, snoring gently with her shoulder gouged into my waist and one ear artfully arranged on a pillow, paws twitching in her dreams (possibly of chasing prowlers), trying to think of something engaging to say. Me, not Kharma.
Kharma always has something engaging to say.
Introductions are so awkward.
Purposefully talking about oneself out of context is . . . well, what does one say?
And why? Nothing about me is relevant -- or interesting -- to anyone else out of context, without relating to something.
So . . .
Here I am, propped up on my bed, Macbook on my knees, Kharma stretched out beside me, snoring gently with her shoulder gouged into my waist and one ear artfully arranged on a pillow, paws twitching in her dreams (possibly of chasing prowlers), trying to think of something engaging to say. Me, not Kharma.
Kharma always has something engaging to say.