Nobody you know, nobody you'd want to know. Sun shines out her ass, the universe exists solely for her entertainment. The question "If it's not about me, then why are they talking to me?" actually came out of her keyboard once. Put plainly, I have fewer regrets about Machell than I do about this individual.
I think this is the first time I've actually referred to her by name on LJ - usually it's She Who Pouts. Here's a blast from the past...one of the last times I actually spoke to her, shortly after I got on LJ five and a half years ago(!!!).
You know she finely stopped with the urban legends, now she just sends the Friendship Angels and other Schmaltz.
I don’t mind it too much, I have a few friends who like that kind of thing so I just pass it on to them. That way they get warm fuzzes and I don’t brake the chain :-)
The ones that aren't too painfully cute, I post in my journal behind a cut-tag after I cut all the "Don't break the chain!" bullshit. The ones that come to me with the "Send this back to the person you got it from OR ELSE" riders I won't pass along, but I'll write back to the person who sent it and thank them for caring about me (even if I can think of far better ways to express it).
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I have fewer regrets about Machell than I do about this individual. There's a name I haven't heard in a long time.
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I don’t mind it too much, I have a few friends who like that kind of thing so I just pass it on to them. That way they get warm fuzzes and I don’t brake the chain :-)
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And here I thought that was just hyperbole, a joke told about her to illustrate the point.
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