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Stolen belatedly from muffinbutt. I know I'm spamming with the memes a lot lately, but this one particularly interests me.


There's been an accident, and my memory's been wiped. I have no recollection of who I am. Tell me about myself. What do you know about me? What kind of person am I? What are my likes and dislikes? How did we meet and how long have we known each other? Is there one thing in particular that stands out about me? Tell me who I am.






In the same vein, a poem by Michael Rosen:


He wanted to make a mirror. Glass, mercury and a wooden
frame- the perfect mirror. But he was no good at it. So he
went to people he knew and asked them for a mirror. All
they could give him were bits of old mirror. He took these
home, stuck them on a board and hung it up. It's a mirror.

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Know what?

I'm tired.

And it's not because I've been up all night. I'm frequently up all night. I am tired because I put a lot of work into milliways_bar. Perhaps not as much as I should; perhaps I should be a better mod, and keep things more organised, but I'm not an organised person. It takes a lot of effort for me, mentally, to be as organised about it as I am.

And we, as mods, ask very little of the players. We've got a damn good bunch of people playing, and wank is minimal. When it happens, it happens with style, purely because of the amount of people that're playing, but we get through it. That, I think, is the important part.

But I'm tired. Because we made a simple request, to make our lives easier: delete unused journals. That's it. And it just seems to be such a hard thing for people to do. I just... it would be nice if people would want to give us a hand, on occasion. But that's not how it works. We go unnoticed, until there is a problem. And then we get bitched out on bad_rpers_suck. And I'm fucking tired.

Please, if you play on Milliways, make a post on your journals asking people reading to delete unused journals? That's all I ask. I would be pathetically grateful.

And now I'm going to bed.

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MICE IN THE FUCKING WALLS.

I DO NOT FUCKING NEED THIS.

Sometimes I think my brain will snap. The fact that I have a small sheep on my head might indicate that using a future tense there is somewhat ridiculous.

STOP GNAWING ON MY FUCKING WALLS, YOU BASTARDS!