Hells Bells January 22, 2007
Posted by Jen in : Bits and Pieces, Journal , trackbackI’ve been tagged. And I aint (should that have punctuation?) never been tagged before. I might kill Kate. Or torture her a little bit. She’s young. I could play Level 42 songs or something. That would teach her, don’t you think?
So… 5 things nobody knows about me. Everyone knows everything about me. And the things they don’t know, NOBODY knows. And, um, that’s for a reason. Well, some people know some things. But nobody knows everything. Maybe people are like jigsaws? Some of the insiders have more pieces than others, can understand how they might fit together. The really special people get the corner pieces. I guess they decide for themselves what they want to do with them.
I will have to think about it. 5 things heh? Hmmmmm…
Am a miserable bugger. My funny is hiding. Is that Number 1? Maybe. Nah, everyone knows I’m a miserable bugger.
Crumbs, this is more tricky than I thought? Will think about it some more.
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Maybe you could some of it into the novel with the names changed of course!
Sorry!!! It’s actually not that easy is it?! Good luck!!
I think Scritti Pollitti would do far more damage.
Ooh, Scritti Pollitti, yes… there must be huge amounts of tortuous music from the good old 80s.
Maybe I’ll just have a little play on iTunes and Napster. I got up early to do an hour’s writing but it’s snowing. Am too excited. Tea and Talk Talk. Yay. Thanks for that, I was wondering which method of procrastination to use this morning!! Avenues are limited at 6am. Especially when it’s snowing.
Oh, did I mention it’s SNOWING?????????? Wooooooooooooooooo hoooooooooooooooooo.
PS. It’s snowing. Am a teensy weensy bit excited. Perhaps it will Stick. Then I will stop being excited and become Terrified. I will have to drive. I am an island girl. Not used to snow, could you tell? Driving in Snow = Serious Scariness.
Hmm, Liz, I’ve been thinking about your comment… I guess we do include a certain amount of ourselves into our novels/characters.
Sometimes I think ‘oh, I can write real stuff cos people will think it’s just made up.’ But when I make stuff up, I worry that people will think it’s real, or that I’m talking about them.
Weird.
Am I the only one who thinks about this?
Just make it up. We won’t know any difference
I want it to snow.
I want to build a snowman.
It’s not fair!
Oooh, you have snow. Am jealous. We had some on Monday morning. Woke up at 5am and the back garden was white! But I’m not exaggerating (sp? doesn’t look right… hate that) when I say it lasted less than 2 hours. Boo. Anyway, enjoy.