Go here...http://www.livejournal.com/ create a journal. It won't cost you anything. You don't need to bear your soul to the world but I CAN friend you if you do and I won't need to threaten to let Pookie knaw on the bones of your pet...... miss chatting with you *hugs*
I had absolutely no idea that we shared so many interests, including Joel Rosenberg (whom I haven't listed, but I like his writing). That's so great. I haven't met anyone else who knows who he is. :( His book "The Sleeping Dragon" was rather inspiring to me, making me want to try my hand at a story of a similar nature. AND you like Loreena Mckennitt!!!!! :-D May I add you?
Hiya, I just want to tell you that I'm going to friend you because you'll part of my family. It doesn't seem right that we're not friends. *g* Also, I've seen you around many places and thought it'll be cool to be your friend. *hugs*
ah ha! Found it, thanks to Roadie letting me know where to look. Why am I not getting my memos? *pout* I'd like to be your friend *waves madly and falls off her chair* - I am SO gonna have to stop doing that ...
You may but unless I add you back I'll still be hiding! I likes to hide I does :O) I also likes new and interesting people so I shall add you back. I'm a little erratic on the whole posting thing though. *welcome hugs!*
I linked to your journal because I took one of your SG1 icons. I didn't realise til I came here that it was freinds only, so if you'd prefer, I can just link to the SG1 icon place. I might not have put your name on the keyword so I wanted to make sure you got credit. Thanks.
OK. I have a strange question...I used to be on a Red Dwarf mailing list (in like 1997) with someone named Dierne and I was wondering if you were the same person. (If not, I'll stop buggin' ya:) I was just wondering!)
I shall have to check with my Dniel but if he approves I'm sure I can think of something ... once I have control of my head and body returned to me. *sneezes violently* *coughs lots* *goes to curl up in a corner*
*In the distance you catch a glimps of what was, or could be. You dare not look away, knowing that you you will not see what you might be seeing when your gaze returns. You know the form so well, but have no idea what it is.*