I like you because you are generous with your comments and time; you're always reassuring and kind and sweet, in comments, and I have a very positive space in my head associated with you.
You are endlessly creating, and all of it is awesome; I'm selfish in my creations, always doing it for something (usually comments) but you're just always doing something new and awesome. I respect that so much.
I would like a comment, but I will give you one in return: I love you because even when you're having a bad day, you pretty much always also manage to say something that makes me smile, even if it's just out of happiness that you exist and are a huge fucking dork. :)
I like your focus and your drive. You work hard and you achieve what you want to achieve, and you do so with a kind of quiet confidence that is seriously inspiring.
I don't know you half so well as I'd like to; some day I shall write you a letter. One thing I very like, though, the thing that is always the first to come to mind about you, is your active love of music. How involved you are in it as a creator/consumer.
That comment sounds so much emptier than I meant it to, so I try again. I love the way that when you feed back on my weirdnesses your brain goes first to how they would sound, how they could be woven into music. I respect that creativity so much, and I love the way your mind wraps music around words as a first reaction. I think that's beautiful.
Oh, you I miss. I like best, I think, the vastness and depth of the world you surround yourself with, the oddnesses of your influences and your determination to always be learning more. As someone who constantly re-rolls the world tighter around herself, I envy and admire and am awed.
You are built of nice from head to toe in a way that makes me rail about the way that 'nice' has come to mean 'safe' and 'boring' and become an empty compliment when you can't think of anything better to say. I don't mean it like that at all - I mean that there seems to be an underlying sweetness to you that runs close to your bones.
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Date: 2011-01-03 06:09 pm (UTC)Telling you why I like YOU
Date: 2011-01-03 06:43 pm (UTC)(also I am knitting that yarn I bought when we met for lunch in Cheltenham. It is knitting up quite nicely)
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