Talk to me!

[autographedcat]

Found via browngirl, and cellio, and epi_lj, and otherdeb, and....

"I know very little about some of the people on my friends' list. Some people I know relatively well. I read your fic, or we have something else in common and we chat occasionally. Some of you I hardly know at all. Perhaps you lurk, for whatever reason. But you friended me and I thank you.

But here's a thought: why not take this opportunity to tell me a little something about yourself. Any old thing at all. Just so the next time I see your name I can say: "Ah, there's so and so...she likes spinach."

I'd love it if every single person who friended me would do this. Yes, even you people who I know really well. Then post this in your own journal."

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[catsittingstill.livejournal.com]

I was in a car crash when I was seven or so. The van I was riding in had a rear wheel come off on the freeway; it rolled across two lanes of oncoming traffic and came to rest in the ditch on the far side. Somewhere in this mess (off the road, fortunately) I popped out of my father's enclosing arms. (There was no middle seatbelt in the van--otherwise I would have been in it; my parents were very strict about that.) I fell out the passenger side door and cracked my head on something, splitting the scalp open.

I remember almost nothing about it, except that we'd been going to the coast to see sea stars, and then suddenly I was sitting in a ditch crying because my head hurt and Dad kept insisting on *pressing* on it. I had to go to the emergency room and get stitches and it was uncomfortable and I was *very* good about it--and when all that grown up messing about was done, we weren't going to the coast to see sea stars after all! I was very upset about that.