Speak to me

[stephbg]

Acquired word for word from callistra

I know very little about some of the people on my friends list. Some people I know relatively well. (Some I know too well. ha!) 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." (Think of it as your Christmas present to me! lol)

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 see what gems of knowledge appear.

Comments

[huckle.livejournal.com]

When I was 10, I was on a Qantas flight that very nearly crashed. I thought it was really cool because we were all weightless and I had to hook my arms under the armrests to keep myself in my seat. My brothers rug floated around the cabin like a ghost. I turned around to look at my parents, and my dad was saying to my mum "If we're going to go, at least we are all going together." I realised that I was about to die and I was not afraid. I have never been afraid of my death since.

[stephbg.livejournal.com]

Wow. Where was the plane?

[huckle.livejournal.com]

It was over Yugoslavia, on the way from London to Beirut. The bonus was, after the emergency landing and overnight stay, we were flown home first class.

[redbraids.livejournal.com]

Wow!