Sometimes, In a world, Faraway, In a land, There was a time.
How was that for an intro?
Sometimes introductions (as in myself physically doing it) can vary in delivery, depending on mood or health even.
Sick Rocket: “Bleeerch-Hi-my-name-is–hrrrnnngghhh” (My “hrrngh” ending up all over your face).
And eventually in the sequence of it all, I drop dead. Not cool.
On better days, I introduce myself quite better, I promise.
Normal Rocket: “Hihow’sitgoing?Weirdsmellinherehuh?”
I suck at intro’s.
One thing’s for sure, I am not an introvert, I am classified (pshh I sound like I am a sort of endangered species) as both.
Or what is that word people say?
What does that even mean, *sigh* paradoxes.
And here I go with the paradoxes already, bfsdfhsjkdhfsdjkfhkdsj <—Head hitting keyboard, not frustration.
Ok, I’ll stop there, cause there is nothing more confusing than a paradox, or myself, for that matter.
SO GUYS! Meaning you.
How do you do the intro? Yeah, it’s not a sort of new dance, but most importantly, a ritual.
Eh screw it, just spill already!!