all the chocolates in your pockets
I am gearing up for a shit-I'll-never-write post that revolves mostly around the Vancouver indie rock scene of my heart and my own very questionable and repressed need to write RPF about people who are now, apparently, revoltingly, in my extended social network. YEAH, I KNOW. I CANNOT EVEN. In the meantime, though, it is officially time for us to catch up!
I know very little about some of the people on my friends list. Some people I know relatively well. 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 office supplies." 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. In return, ask me anything you'd like to know about me and I'll give you an answer.)
I'll start: I told foxxcub that I'm from the mountains and that as a result I take issue with tourists and try to avoid being perceived as one at all costs. So I (almost) never take pictures outside the house. Also, my profession is a really great pickup line. Although the last time I used it Owen totally shut me down with "but you don't work in a proper library" and I had to tell him to zip it. DON'T COCKBLOCK ME JERK, my eyebrows angrily told him.
I know very little about some of the people on my friends list. Some people I know relatively well. 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 office supplies." 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. In return, ask me anything you'd like to know about me and I'll give you an answer.)
I'll start: I told foxxcub that I'm from the mountains and that as a result I take issue with tourists and try to avoid being perceived as one at all costs. So I (almost) never take pictures outside the house. Also, my profession is a really great pickup line. Although the last time I used it Owen totally shut me down with "but you don't work in a proper library" and I had to tell him to zip it. DON'T COCKBLOCK ME JERK, my eyebrows angrily told him.