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flemmings ([personal profile] flemmings) wrote2007-12-09 10:34 am
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Festive occasions

I don't know which is happier-making, money in the mail or a sudden loss of a kilo plus when you step on the scale in the morning. As it's Sunday, you can figure for yourselves which constitutes today's happiness. As an object lesson, I lugged a 10-kilo bag of road salt home yesterday (22 pounds for the imperialists) and even factoring in the unwieldiness of road salt, like the worst kind of squashy parcel baby, the idea that I'm carrying two of those about my person now is a great impetus to virtue. The realization that I've lost half a bag of road salt since the summer is extremely satisfying. My knees certainly have ceased to grumble as much as they did.

Meanwhile, if the book is correct, it's [livejournal.com profile] shiny_monkey's birthday. Happy birthday, [livejournal.com profile] shiny_monkey!

Ganked from [livejournal.com profile] kickinpants:

Leave a comment here and I will:

1. Tell you why I friended you.
2. Associate you with something - fandom, a song, a colour, a photo, etc.
3. Tell you something I like about you.
4. Tell you a memory I have of you.
5. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
6. Tell you my favorite user pic of yours.
7. In return, you must post this in your LJ.

[identity profile] flemmings.livejournal.com 2007-12-09 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)
1. Err- because we're friends? Naturally I'd follow you from emails to pitas to lj. I'd probably follow you even if you moved to Insane journal or Greatest Journal or whatever the alternative for Russian defectors is these days, and that's saying a lot.

2. In spite of those stacks of FF7 illos you sent me, you'll always be One Piece to me. All of OP, kind of rolled up into a dream concatenation. More concretely, you're Squishy Service, the hit of the first Shoujocon. (SS' hair has stopped smelling like lanolin, which makes me sad, but then it *has* been seven years.)

3. Your maturity was what struck me first, even back when you were an ickle undergrad in '99. You sounded like the settled and analytical thirty you aren't even yet, if I'm counting right. (Saw the first SW in utero, ergo...)

4. Me waking you up at M's apartment in... 2001 was it? by banging on the door to let me back in after I'd gone out to buy tp. You have a fine taste in sleepwear.

5. My Anglo-Saxon reticences don't allow me to ask the things I'd like to know. Though I've wondered if your uterine problems ever sorted themselves out.

6. Brotherly Lurv, though I haven't a clue who the guys are.

7. Not insisting...