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Part of being on LJ is inevitably gaining a number of LJ buddies. Unfortunately, as time wears on, it's easy to forget where all of them came from. Post this in your journal and have your friends respond with how they recall first meeting you.

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ex_stormwin
Aug. 4th, 2004 08:09 am (UTC)
Like you said... met through CS (you're one of the oldest friends on my journal, I think), and the rest went from there.
catdraco
Aug. 4th, 2004 01:42 pm (UTC)
I remember!

I met you from notagod's friends list, right after I got my LJ and had noone on my friends list. I'm pretty sure your first comment on my LJ was a *hug* after I'd had a cry about my mean auntie...

=)
paxford
Aug. 4th, 2004 05:14 pm (UTC)
Let's see....
It was the Brisbane Medieval Fayre, about 3 years ago, and you and Nakedteddy were having fun in the tavern
draquin
Aug. 4th, 2004 05:45 pm (UTC)
Iiiiiiii Rememberrrr......
Vaguely meeting lots of Rovers at the Mitchelton scout den & more specifically chatting to you afterwards, outside the den, about god-knows-what, where right in the middle of a perfectly ordinary scouty-type sentence you drop a totally different sentence, namely "By the way I'm gay", to which I replied "You have to meet my brother & his husband", without batting an eyelid & the prior conversation continued as before.
All this happened about 11-ish years ago. You did meet A & S too...
Oooooh I feel old.
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Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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