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Jun. 19th, 2003 02:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dewinged-10:55 AM-
I've been avoiding question memes. I plan to continue doing so, which is why I haven't put out a call for questions. I don't have the balls to talk about some things now when I know I should be doing so. Random questions are just not going to help that matter.
Something I found amusing: On someone else's LJ, they had a poll recently about the last movie people saw, or the last DVD they bought. One person responded, saying they felt embarassed by the questions. COnsidering the content of the previous polls...I didn't answer for my own reasons, which was that deep embarassment feeling. No one protested those.
I'm wondering...for this work BBQ, they're setting up a DJ in the cafeteria. This...could get loud. Or maybe it should. We could use some music around here. The people around me were discussing yearbooks. I know I still have my high school ones. SOmewhere either in the absement or in the top of my closet. And I can swear I haven't looked at them in five years, at least. It saddens me; my dislike of looking at my own past.
I've been avoiding question memes. I plan to continue doing so, which is why I haven't put out a call for questions. I don't have the balls to talk about some things now when I know I should be doing so. Random questions are just not going to help that matter.
Something I found amusing: On someone else's LJ, they had a poll recently about the last movie people saw, or the last DVD they bought. One person responded, saying they felt embarassed by the questions. COnsidering the content of the previous polls...I didn't answer for my own reasons, which was that deep embarassment feeling. No one protested those.
I'm wondering...for this work BBQ, they're setting up a DJ in the cafeteria. This...could get loud. Or maybe it should. We could use some music around here. The people around me were discussing yearbooks. I know I still have my high school ones. SOmewhere either in the absement or in the top of my closet. And I can swear I haven't looked at them in five years, at least. It saddens me; my dislike of looking at my own past.