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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[quinnponders.livejournal.com]

Since you asked so nicely... *ahem*

Mr. Adams wore a dark blue pinstripe old mad pants, plaid shirt(heavy on the reds), a dark blue old man blazer, dark blue tie slightly skewed the wrong way the entire night, hair a right mess. He was beautiful even with the red flu nose he was sporting. He sang everything off Rock N Roll, 3 versions of Wish You Were Here (1 a punk rock version that was mad crazy), a few off Love Is Hell icluding Love Is Hell, and an acoustic Firecracker and Come Pick Me Up. He was funny, witty, and absolutely fucking brilliant. I almost wept when it was over.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

He did Firecracker acoustically? I love when he does that! We won't even get me started on Come Pick Me Up or we'll be here all day.