The annals of conformiousnousness
Sep. 5th, 2002 09:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mousmeNo, I'm not sure what it means.
Inspired by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fearsclave et al. I am cleaning up my LiveJournal, and am now racking my brain trying to remember the LJ name of those people who do reviews.
Looking back at some of my entries, I realised that some of them were decidedly irritating as they were just massive blocks of tests which have since lost both meaning and value. They have accordingly been deleted, except for a few which I actually like and took the time to comment on or integrate into another post. After all, some of them were fun. :)
Nonetheless, as a corporate-drone-in-training I must always strive to avoid the perils of conformosity and toadying to others whose opinions really shouldn't matter to me.
I have no idea where I'm going with this post.
I WANT MY DOORS BACK, DAMMIT!
I got the day off tomorrow from work so I can deal with workmen and whatever so that my back door doesn't actually consist of splinters of wood held together by a stepladder propped up between the wall and the boiler.
Inspired by
fearsclave et al. I am cleaning up my LiveJournal, and am now racking my brain trying to remember the LJ name of those people who do reviews.Looking back at some of my entries, I realised that some of them were decidedly irritating as they were just massive blocks of tests which have since lost both meaning and value. They have accordingly been deleted, except for a few which I actually like and took the time to comment on or integrate into another post. After all, some of them were fun. :)
Nonetheless, as a corporate-drone-in-training I must always strive to avoid the perils of conformosity and toadying to others whose opinions really shouldn't matter to me.
I have no idea where I'm going with this post.
I WANT MY DOORS BACK, DAMMIT!
I got the day off tomorrow from work so I can deal with workmen and whatever so that my back door doesn't actually consist of splinters of wood held together by a stepladder propped up between the wall and the boiler.
