A Meme

[calliopes_pen]

Taken from obsessedmuch.

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 wears mismatched socks." 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.

And if it was everyone that I had friended, it would probably cause LJ to crash...

Comments

[obsessedmuch.livejournal.com]

I only have white socks and black socks, no other colors.

[http://users.livejournal.com/__marcelo/]

I have nightmares every single night. No traumatic "crime alley and pearls" stuff, just nightmares.

Oh, and I drink at least five or six cups of tea a day, no sugar. *g*

[scruffywesley.livejournal.com]

The river that runs next to my town is very muddy, and if the tide isn't in full, it has huge banks of dark brown mud. And the water is always brown. Some people call it the chocolate river. In the winter, when there's snow involved, it can look almost like a giant sundae.

[yin-again.livejournal.com]

Makeup makes me happy.

[marag.livejournal.com]

Hmm. In many ways I'm a food snob (like cheeses and such) and yet, I'm completely addicted to things like fast food fried chicken and prepackaged macaroni salad. Mmm, macaroni salad.

[karenbear.livejournal.com]

My hair is capable of being pretty greasy again less than 24 hours after I wash it.

[lizamanynames.livejournal.com]

My brother taught me to read at the age of 3 and a half using mad magazines. (Explains a lot, doesn't it?)

[seandc]

take this opportunity to tell me a little something about yourself.
[Troy McClure]What, even us people you know really well?
Yes, even you people who I know really well.
*puts hand up to cheek, gobsmacked* [/TMcC]

Well... I have this red bath towel - bath sheet I think it's called - that goes from the floor to my forehead. And you know how tall I am. :D

[covenhouse-cat.livejournal.com]

Hm, I drink way, way, WAY too much coffee, and have for years. My kidneys are probably tiny, sad little raisins gasping for relief, and yet I am a cruel monster who abuses them terribly. I put cinnamon creamer in my coffee most days, or actual cinnamon.

I started college when I was 13, have been to 17 countries, and have an impressive collection of skeleton keys. I have two rescue cats. In August, you can find me camping out with 10,000 other lunatics in medieval garb in Slippery Rock, Pennsylvania--I'll be either wearing armor and hitting people with sticks, tasting mead, or playing the doumbek.

And that's probably _more_ than you wanted to know.

[lizblackdog.livejournal.com]

The first person I ever had sexual fantasies about was Tom Baker as Dr Who. I also have a bit of a fetish for men in uniform. With boots - there have to be big macho boots...