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Ok. Who wants their ego stroked?

Reply with a message and I'll tell you something I adore about you. Then post this in your journal.

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designadrug
Apr. 18th, 2005 05:14 pm (UTC)
Sounds interesting, I'll give it a try.

Maybe we can start the opposite meme..."Reply with a message and I'll tell you something that I dislike/you need to fix"...

:P
halloranelder
Apr. 18th, 2005 08:44 pm (UTC)
I adore your friendliness, your willingness to "give it a go", your openness.
designadrug
Apr. 18th, 2005 08:55 pm (UTC)
Thanks.
halloranelder
Apr. 18th, 2005 09:08 pm (UTC)
You are very welcome.
ozisim
Apr. 18th, 2005 06:27 pm (UTC)
:S
I need a little happy thoughts...
Rejection sux.
halloranelder
Apr. 18th, 2005 08:45 pm (UTC)
I adore your energy, your enthusiasm, your cheerfullness.

Whenever I see you, I am taken to a happy place. Thank you!
punk_rock_nerd
Apr. 18th, 2005 07:21 pm (UTC)
Just my ego? How disappointing.
halloranelder
Apr. 18th, 2005 08:48 pm (UTC)
I can stroke some other things, but I thought you didn't want me touching that in public?

I adore the fact that you are you, both sides of you.

I love the way you react to my presence, your enthusiasm, your energy, your seriousness, the way you make me feel.

*hugs*

Thanks for being my friends, both of you.
derigueur
Apr. 18th, 2005 07:26 pm (UTC)
In the spirit of the post;

Hal, you run brilliant, creative and engaging Con games! And your waistcoats rock. And the afternoon we ran into each other in Melbourne was serendipitous and much more fun than otherwise planned. (Three is *not* a crowd!).

:)
halloranelder
Apr. 18th, 2005 08:49 pm (UTC)
Cool, cool! :)

To me you seem like an anchor, a rock to depend on. You make me feel safe and secure, able to weather anything the world throws at me.

Thank you.
mareth_redorb
Apr. 18th, 2005 07:40 pm (UTC)
To quote Bluebottle, "Pokie pokie pokieeeee...."
halloranelder
Apr. 18th, 2005 09:06 pm (UTC)
Get away from me... :)

I love your laugh, your sense of humour, your friendliness, that evil glint in your eye...
mareth_redorb
Apr. 18th, 2005 09:08 pm (UTC)
Evil glint?

*gives the most innocent look humanly possible, somehow reminiscent of puppies and baby seals*
halloranelder
Apr. 18th, 2005 09:11 pm (UTC)
A baby seal walks into a club...
gypsyamber
Apr. 18th, 2005 07:57 pm (UTC)
I'm a leo - how can I resist?!

Oh and I agree - your waistcoats rock!
halloranelder
Apr. 18th, 2005 09:08 pm (UTC)
Please, stop inflating my waistcoat's egos. They're big enough as it is. :)

I love your energy, your enthusiasm, your smile, your clothes, you in general. I love how you make me feel, and how you make my friends feel.

Thank you.

*hugs*
paradigmshifty
Apr. 18th, 2005 11:19 pm (UTC)
Perhaps it might be nice to mention who makes those waistcoats that everyone likes so much? Credit where credit is due...
halloranelder
Apr. 19th, 2005 01:10 am (UTC)
I do beleive I mention that draquin made them every chance I get, but I'll point it out again, just in case! :)
gypsyamber
Apr. 19th, 2005 04:42 am (UTC)
aww. *hugs*
arienmir
Apr. 19th, 2005 12:07 am (UTC)
Me please
greenglowgrrl
Apr. 19th, 2005 01:47 am (UTC)
Purrrrrrrrrr?
paxford
Apr. 19th, 2005 02:20 am (UTC)
Ooooh!
Me Me Me! :-D
delphaeus
Apr. 19th, 2005 02:30 am (UTC)
Meow?
lokicarbis
Apr. 19th, 2005 02:48 am (UTC)
Well, since you ask so nicely :)
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