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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[mathochist.livejournal.com]

When I was a boy...

Er, no. Wait.

When I was one, my parents were doing some work in the yard and/or basement and had left me to wander around. There was an open glass gallon jug of blackberry poison (that is, poison to kill blackberry bushes. And blackberry bushes are *tough*, so this is nasty stuff) with just a fraction of an inch left in the bottom of it. They'd figured I was no way strong enough to lift or tip the jug, so they weren't worried about me getting into it.

They found me repeatedly dipping a strip I'd torn from a newspaper into the jug and sucking it off.

When I'd held the ipecac syrup at the hospital for so long that the doctor had given up on it working, he decided that if I was tough enough to hold that, I must be okay, and sent me home. The ipecac finally worked... in the car on the way home.