“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 office pr0n supplies.”
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.”
With thanks to Miss barelyproper who should join: hairbraiding 🙂
Well, my name is Sara and I work for a non-profit that spreads awareness about Child Car Seats and Traffic Safety. I live in Portland, Oregon. I like dressing up in costumes of any sort. I recently started playing Live Action Vampire the Masquerade. I am 25 years old, have my bachelor’s in Cultural Studies. And I am a LJ slut. I added you because I saw you in‘s journal and I liked your icon and the kinds of comments and advice you gave.
I am currently playing “Village Sim” on my palm computer. It’s infested with little people and they’re building and farming and fishing and “breeding” in there even as we speak.
I grew up in a town in Connecticut that teeters on the edge of suburbia but still definitely counted as rural when I was there. We had a horse, and our neighbors had goats, pigs, and chickens, right next to the main intersection in town. I play fife in a revolutionary-war-era music group, and I’ve done so since I was in middle school. None of that is so relevant to my life these days, so I’ll add a bit that is: I’m a computational biologist, with background in math, and I love science and academia.
Wow. I have no idea what you don’t already know about me.
When, very rarely, I called my previous motorcycle by a name in my head, it was “Whisper”. My current motorcycle has no name yet.
I’m a member of a not-for-profit Mafia group called Suicide Prevention. There are about five SP families running the the Bay Area. I recently thought I was out, but they pulled me back in. I’ve been a Made Guy since 2000, but they haven’t made Captain. Soon, we are going to shake down the Trevor Project for more money. They’ve been holding out on us and we don’t like it when people hold out on us, know what I am sayin’? We are also strengthening our ties with the Latino population by revamping “La Linea”.
Sometimes, I go over and watch pr0n with the SFSI crew while I am on the clock. We critique hairstyles and discuss vaginal bleaching. The other night, a gay co-worker asked me what the “Vulva was for.”
Every girl I’ve gone to Good Vibes with has dumped me.
I am able to fist myself. It’s not nearly as good as when someone else does it, but I can indeed do it.
O my god! Really? That rocks. How inspiring.
Dude! You must be double jointed! I am now officially jealous.
I look better with moss green hair than I do with fire engine red.
I met you at a party in the Bay Area, and you wore a cool Little House on the Prairie-type dress. I didn’t get to know you very well, but we knew each other’s names by the end of the party. I was glad to finally meet you because I’d seen you on other friends’ posts, commenting.
I love to get worked. I mean, go running, or swimming, or biking, or doing aerobics or something that gets my heart rate up and make me feel like I’m doing something healthy for myself. Unfortunately, I have had quite a lazy streak, so I’ve not been doing anything like that, and I have also been smoking a lot lately. But today I went running for the first time in a long time and it felt good, even though I had to walk a couple of times. But I will improve! That’s what I’m good at, improving.
Years ago, I sort of dated someone who was living in the very same town in Connecticut mentions, and who had family there.
But that’s probably not what you’ll say the next time you see my name.
You can say that I have never dyed my hair.
I am horrible at coming up with interesting facts about myself. Most of the ones that come to mind are not ones I really want to be posting publically. How about this: some of my primary obsessions / turn ons include long hair, ropes, and very intense emotions (good or bad).
I have never broken a bone, but have had 33 stitches so far.
Eggplant is the only vegetable I’ve met that I don’t like. It’s the texture. I even like okra.
I spent 2 years learning tae kwon do at the community college before I buggered up my knee (sideways sprain) trying to do a leaping side-kick I hadn’t been trained to do and which I had no confidence in myself doing.
the first time I sprained myself it was the day before I was due to move in with Josh. Huh. I couldn’t help in the move at all – I couldn’t even drive my own car.
I read too much, and buy more books than I have time to read… and~ I collect music boxes. The globe ones with snow inside mostly… I don’t think many people who know me know that.
Wow. Um I have no idea what sort of thing you’d like to know. There is one thing thats a bit unusual about my past life that I will tell you but I dont want to tell everyone. Not a spectacular thing but something I don’t say much in public cause people are weird.
Um um um …. lets see. I used to have a shaved head with little bangs on the front. I have been homeless. I once married a skinhead. Wearing a black miniskirt and little black lace up boots and black fishnets and a black top. In las vegas. 2 weeks before I turned 18. I left him before I was 19. I once allowed a friend to “walk into my mind” and she came right back out complaining of booby traps with a fresh cut on her wrist.
I DO look good in that red dress. O but you know that. That sorta surprised me. I thought it was maybe too dramatic for me or too red or something.
Um um… all that stuff is way old. I’m gonna go to school and learn how to weld and I’m afraid that I might fuck up and that maybe I wont like it after I’ve planned it forever. But I still wanta go and do it. Real bad like. So I’m gonna. Soon!
O yes and Tammus and I have been together nearly 15 years now and I love him wonderfully much.
I’m a big blabber mouth. That should be enough I guess.
I don’t like soda unless it has alcohol in it.
I had a purple bike with a leopard print bananna seat when I was a kid.
I charged my dad $0.05 cents a minute for back rubs when I was a young child, and was loaning money to my mother by the time I was 10.
I left a bag of ice in my backseat last night. (!@#$@!^)
My total lifetime number of sexual contacts are still in the mid-single-digits.
I really miss being in college and having ‘learning things’ being my job description rather than a hobby that I pursue when I don’t have anything better to do.
I’ve been on the receiving end of intimacy two or three times in the past year.
(Really, I wonder if there is much about me that I haven’t bitched to you about already.)
Each of my breasts is named Esmerelda, the Dancy Gypsy Queen. And they’re not even twins, actually.
I can’t imagine what there is to know about me that you don’t already know. 🙂