I don't get it.
I laugh at personal danger, and yet turn into a jello-spined wimp when meetiing people.
*ugh*
Neets and I live 'not too far' from each other (38 miles) have probably crossed paths at a few points, and yet have not met or spoken in person.
Reason: when it comes to meeting people, again, I'm a quivering blob of jello.
LOL!
Dunno why, probably has to do with my rather low opinion of myself.[story in and of itself]
*scratches head*
SIGH.
Neets, you ought to drag his contact information out of Darks and then drag him out to lunch, just so he sees the light of day.
Heck, if I ever get money again, I'll treat for it!
*I* introduced Zavien Doombringer to the concept of the Zot.