Because I'm a sheep...

[mousme]

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, if you feel like it.

Gacked from firewillow and sadillac.

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My first long-term job ever came along when I was 16 or so. I worked Thursdays and Saturdays at the now-defunct Ground Round Restaurant in Matteson, IL as a birthday clown. Actually, before that I was a street performer, but it was in a wimpy little suburb of Chicago, so I didn't make a whole lot of money at it. (In case you're wondering: I juggled. It kept me entertained.)