... And now I live life in the bus-lane...

[hirez]

Nothing.

I have the ugly impression that life is busily happening to other people as they wave gaily from the buses marked 'Interesting' as they steam past. (Of course, my bus was marked 'Furthur' but I was persuaded off it in a moment of weakness. Damn. I hate it when that happens)

Have dug out a wedge of old-school electrofunk 12" classics on the off-chance they were as good as I remembered. Oh yes indeed. There was a time when all the best records came out of New York.

But nostalgia's not a healthy place to be. Enough of that.

Need to fix some things I've been putting off. Most for far too long. Then my psyche will unlock and I can continue to the next level. Maybe I get the keys to the bus back. Who can say?

Also need massive clue regarding friends-list etiquette. Answers to the usual address please, chaps.

Comments

[saiira.livejournal.com]

Add people you like and whose journals you want to read.

People will always be offended if you don't add them

You can always do what I do and always post custom friends only - I have lots of groups that I can send things to if I don't want others to read them - though mostly I just send stuff to everyone

[evilmandykins.livejournal.com]

oh hey-- hi saiira! :)

i am crap at adding people, so i dont take offense when people dont add me for eons. ..

[saiira.livejournal.com]

Hi mandy ;o)

[hirez.livejournal.com]

... And they can go "who's the nosey bugger?" in their own time.

Yeah - I got that vibe when poking around with stuff before I got involved. (And now I do find myself prodding 'what are my friends doing now' like some Skinner-boxed crackmonkey. Oh God what a state to get into... Missjanette and Alexander will be slightly amused, I'm sure...)

Custom friends. Yuzzem. Dig it. Ideal for when I want to act like a nineteen-year-old screaming drama queen. Well, more so than usual, anyway...

Thanks, all.