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gilana ([personal profile] gilana) wrote2007-12-28 06:55 am
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you meme

Gakked from [livejournal.com profile] aphrabehn:

"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 enjoy the savory aroma of monkey brains a la mode."

I'd love it if every single person who friended me would do this. Yes, even you people who I know really well. Then, if you like, post this in your own journal and see what gems of knowledge appear."
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[personal profile] muffyjo 2007-12-29 02:36 pm (UTC)(link)
I loved horseback riding and the smell of horses. I remember when I learned to jump how proud I was, and excited. Of course of the three animals I am allergic to as an adult, horses are one of them. C'est la vie.
Edited 2007-12-29 14:36 (UTC)

Mysteries revealed...

[identity profile] snoopymel.livejournal.com 2007-12-29 03:43 pm (UTC)(link)
One of my favorite memories is skinny dipping in college with three other lady friends. It was senior week, and we were looking for ways to appropriately commemorate our college years in our brains. So we piled into a car, changed en route into our suits (and yes, I waved my bra out of the car like a proud flag) and headed to Cornell's famous gorges. We climbed down the precarious moss-strewn, wooden stairwell into the world of nymphs and magic. And we shed our clothes and walked slowly into the water, thrilled, drenched in a gorgeous moonlight. I can still close my eyes and see us each settled on our respective boulders, feet lapping in the rushing water, smiling at each other, smelling the woods, feeling the wind, loving this moment that comprises fantasies of the hopeless romantic variety. And feeling so close to each other. I don't think I've ever told anyone this story, except my ex-boyfriend, who then made a snarky joke that he was there, watching us in our glory (he was joking, but it makes me giggle thinking that there could have been spies on our goddess-like bliss).