Getting to know you...

[beetiger]

From all over my friends page, passing it on before it gets too stale...

"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 spinach."

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."

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Oh, there's so and so . . . she's a wannabe cradle-snatcher!

[eetmewithtoast.livejournal.com]

Ever since I was 12 years old, I've been in love with 13 year old boys. To me, they represent the masculine ideal: baby-faced, but in the grips of the first rush of hormones. Curious about absolutely everything, still impulsive enough to be the most aggressive skaters/snowboarders you'll ever see, and flush with confidence. In the next few years, they'll be zitty and full of self-doubt and sarcasm, their limbs will grow to awkward lengths, their hair greasy and rank.

But at thirteen, they're breathtakingly beautiful. I'd love to date one. The closest I got was a yummy makeout session when I was 20. Now I'm really, really, far too old for that. But as I catch my mischievous eye and short cute hair in the mirror's reflection, I'm making up my mind to be a thirteen year old boy. In all the abstract/physical ways possible that don't involve hormone treatments, surgery, or going back to high school. Maybe I'll even buy a skateboard.

Don't worry, I promise to be in another country for Mothra's 13th year of life. ;)