Yesterday, I internet-pondered on how to introduce myself--or the part of me that I'm offering to the world--in a wee little paragraph. Words come smooth and glittery to me in most circumstances, but when describing myself? Pffft. Snort. Pish posh.
A text exchange happened a little bit ago that may further illuminate who this 'J Larkin' person is.
I wrote to Broinlaw, asking if he could maybe build a coffin for me.
His response was not, 'Why?' or 'Something I should know?' or 'Stop texting me, freak!'
His response: 'Sure. How big? When do you need it?'
I'm not exactly sure who is being better defined here. Either way, we're both pretty rad.
A text exchange happened a little bit ago that may further illuminate who this 'J Larkin' person is.
I wrote to Broinlaw, asking if he could maybe build a coffin for me.
His response was not, 'Why?' or 'Something I should know?' or 'Stop texting me, freak!'
His response: 'Sure. How big? When do you need it?'
I'm not exactly sure who is being better defined here. Either way, we're both pretty rad.
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