In an effort to prove that I aren't ded I bring you a meme

[kaliha]

Stolen off pretty much everyone on my flist:

I know very little about some of the people on my friends list. Some people I know relatively well. I read your journals, 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 for your interest in my words.

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...they listen in rapture to the love-music of she-turnips." I might feel compelled to mock your musical taste, but I'll certainly remember you.

It would be great 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 see what gems of knowledge appear.

Proper post about my weekend to come soonish.

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[tijmetje.livejournal.com]

I don't remember how I found you, but I'm fairly sure I stayed for the fandom stuff.

Anyway, completely random thing about me: My brain keeps telling my I like/enjoy certain things (bread sticks dipped in chocolate spread, biscuits, crisps, visiting IKEA when I really don't need anything) that I don't actually enjoy as much as my brain insists I will and aren't actually all that good for me.
I'm well aware of the fact that my brain is a treacherous thing and will lie to me, so often I can talk myself out of doing those things.
At least for a while.
Because, in the end, I cave. Without fail.

Luckily those things aren't that bad for me...