So there's a meme going around. There are 57 people who are a Friend of flwyd, many of which I don't know. So, the meme goes, post a comment and tell me something (or several things) about you I don't know.
Now, since I rarely spread a meme without my own oddness, you get extra points if you express your facts in haiku, limericks, or rhyming couplets.
(Hmm. LJ has a friendsfriends feature, but you can't get a page with the recent entries of your "friends of" section. That would be a neat thing.)
Now, since I rarely spread a meme without my own oddness, you get extra points if you express your facts in haiku, limericks, or rhyming couplets.
(Hmm. LJ has a friendsfriends feature, but you can't get a page with the recent entries of your "friends of" section. That would be a neat thing.)
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Date: 2003-12-13 10:59 am (UTC)It's been quite some time since I went on a date.
I love eating pumpkin pie.
And I have an X-men tie.
Annabel
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Date: 2003-12-13 11:33 am (UTC)But you already knew that.
I like to eat cheese.
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Date: 2003-12-13 01:47 pm (UTC)Wait, does that count as a fact?
Maybe it doesn't.
(Actually, it's not
that I love haiku per se;
rather, what I like
is the challenge of
trying to express myself
within a strict form.
Mind you, not too strict,
or I'll just give up too soon,
for I'm quite lazy.
Ah, but I digress.)
Here's a fact: I hate the smell
of peaches. It took
twenty years for me
to discover that the taste
wasn't all that bad.
I hadn't even
been willing to sample one
because I assumed
they'd taste like they smelled
(or close enough, anyway),
and believe me, if
they did, they would just
about cause me to vomit.
But it seems they don't.
(I still don't like them
all that much, but at least I
don't really mind them.)
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Date: 2003-12-15 10:09 pm (UTC)I want to live elsewhere, once
And I hate haiku
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Date: 2003-12-28 12:17 am (UTC)call it me
definately a cat person
probably part bird
I hate to fly
the sweater I started around the time I first saw you
is finally done
still no balls to talk to you