there are places i remember...

Did you ever get the feeling that there was a post in the back of your mind, hovering like an anxious butterfly, and on the wings of it you'd written all your best thoughts, the ones you'd never share unless you were talking to your best friend - and (s)he could decipher all the blank spaces in between your words?

And instead of that, you drank from the bucket of shallow and decided that green and yellow socks were in fact, a valid fashion choice (if not on this plane of existence, somewhere else). I've been feeling that way about posting lately - even though it's my journal and I write primarily for myself, I sometimes feel that I'm not entertaining enough, I'm not intelligent enough for my readers (to presume I have readers).

So, as the dedicated follower of fashion I am - I'm cribbing from wisteria_ and saava lurker/unlurk/re-acquaintance survey/poll spirit.

Tell me how you really feel, I welcome it.

I realize that icons are a common gateway - but what's the staying power?

( what's your sign? or ten questions about this LJ )