This feels really awkward.

I mean really awkward.

Graphic courtesy of Aimee and I guess I should go over and tell Chris I read his blog too. :)

You, if you're there, and never comment (or even if you do, because good Lord a post like this with no comments would send me straight to the oven with my head) are supposed to comment.

I feel like I should give you an assignment, a prompt, if you will, but maybe that's just my teacher brain.

I'm also really resisting the urge to call out specific locations I see and am intrigued by in my Sitemeter and demanding that you tell me who you are but that would just be really, really weird.

So just tell me something, anything. Something nice. Your favorite song of the aughts, maybe. Or is that too cliche?  

Actually, since I'm a photographer, you should maybe share a link to your favorite picture if you've got it. In FACT, you can visit my lonely Flickr stream and comment there. That would be fantastic. I'm re-thinking this whole thing.

Eh, whatever. Tell me anything. I'm easy like that.

Here, I'll even go back and put in a stupid picture of myself so it's kind of like you're saying hello to a real person. Which you totally are, anyway, but whatever.

    

 Bonus points if you know where I am and why I look so freaking tired.

And for a lot of you these really should be easy bonus points. I'm just sayin.

Now I guess I should go comment on some other blogs on which I never comment. Stupid Twitter.