Less of a meme and more of a youyou

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(gacked from obsessedmuch)

I know very little about some of the people on my friends' list. Some people I know relatively well. I read your fic, or we have something else in common and we chat occasionally. Some of you I hardly know at all. Perhaps you lurk, for whatever reason. But you friended me and I thank you.

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 spinach."

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.

My personal goal is: to get over my writer's block, write my Obscure Santa thingy, and perhaps do something illegal this weekend.

I aim high.

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Much delayed; holiday, I'm sure you understand.

Kentucky is a weird amalgam of hill folk, pot-smoking hippies, non-pot-smoking hippies, republicans, lotta liberals and free-thinkers, a few random hipsters (a la me), and a whole bunch of gay people (also me). The bit I live in has it's own Bubble where weather seems to do it's own thing depending on what color it feels like showing off; the first week of December, we were all wearing short sleeves and flip flops on Saturday, and on Monday it was snowing. I live in a sort of hotspot for strange people, a small community that was built around the wonderful purpose of allowing black people and white people, men and women, to live and work equally in the community. We're smack dab in the middle of arts and crafts country, and you'll find more old people milling around the town, at times, than college students. But at the end of the day, it is a college town, from the pizzeria on the corner to the proliferation of coffee shops; to the fliers advertising everything from parties to poetry nights to drum circles to war demonstrations; from the overwhelming favor of bikes to cars; and the fact that I know almost everyone in my little 1500 person school, and still more from in town. There's nowhere else I'd rather be--at least for the moment.