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It has finally occured to me that the thought of complete strangers (or, even worse, family!) reading this journal somewhat frightens me.
But if you read this:
Look here. I'm this pseudo-cosmopolitan happy person. I'm at my happiest when I am doing things, ie being productive (writing, playing my violin, singing, sketching, acting, writing some more), or when I'm just plain prancing about (strolling through town, watching strangers on the subway, traveling), or when I'm doping my brain on music, books and films (&StarWars), in all of which I have certain categories that I love per addictum. (I suppose this is where I should warn you that I get high on opera music, that I need to read over fifty books a year or find myself a failure, and that I tend to consider myself The Ultimate Lover of Film So Don't Mess With Me. Anyway I won't warn because why should I.)
I also have a knack for falling easily in love with things and people.
And this is what ends up in my journal.
Icons and stuff I feel the need to share with the world is obviously public.
& comment I'll consider you. Also, they say I'm an extrovert (which I'm not) so I'll most likely add you back. Unless you're, like, my brother or something.
It has finally occured to me that the thought of complete strangers (or, even worse, family!) reading this journal somewhat frightens me.
But if you read this:
Look here. I'm this pseudo-cosmopolitan happy person. I'm at my happiest when I am doing things, ie being productive (writing, playing my violin, singing, sketching, acting, writing some more), or when I'm just plain prancing about (strolling through town, watching strangers on the subway, traveling), or when I'm doping my brain on music, books and films (&StarWars), in all of which I have certain categories that I love per addictum. (I suppose this is where I should warn you that I get high on opera music, that I need to read over fifty books a year or find myself a failure, and that I tend to consider myself The Ultimate Lover of Film So Don't Mess With Me. Anyway I won't warn because why should I.)
I also have a knack for falling easily in love with things and people.
And this is what ends up in my journal.
Icons and stuff I feel the need to share with the world is obviously public.
& comment I'll consider you. Also, they say I'm an extrovert (which I'm not) so I'll most likely add you back. Unless you're, like, my brother or something.