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15 August 2005 @ 02:11 pm
I've never done this kind of thing before, and even though my flist is small I want to hear what people have to say. I'm making this public anyway, so even if I haven't friended you, go for it.

Log out of LiveJournal and tell me what you truly think about me. I won't turn on IP logging, so unless you're blatantly obvious I won't know who it is. Be honest.

This was stolen from Dede, by the way. =P
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Current Music: Elliott Smith - Say Yes
(Anonymous) on August 15th, 2005 02:37 pm (UTC)
Love you stacey
(Anonymous) on August 15th, 2005 03:17 pm (UTC)
I don't know you that well. Actually, I don't know you at all. But you seem to be a beautiful person. I hope that we can get to know each other better.

<333 lovelovelove
(Anonymous) on August 15th, 2005 03:26 pm (UTC)
well, this isn't about YOU, per se, but... um... since i'm anonymous....

would you be mad if, say, your love, harry houdini, was lost?
Staceyeterna_shining on August 15th, 2005 03:33 pm (UTC)
I wouldn't be mad, but I might go and kill myself or something. We have deep ties, AHHH and I.

He hasn't left me, has he?
(Anonymous) on August 15th, 2005 03:55 pm (UTC)
*blinks* I hope when I click that button it means I'm anonymous. I'm such a computer-illiterate.

*blows the anonymous thing immediately* Alas. Subtlety's my middle name. *g*

What I truly think about you...god, that's hard. Really hard. Mostly because the quantity of it is staggering. I think about Prongfoot constantly. Constantly. I really do.

You are...you are...an immeasurably large part of my life. When something odd happens, or when I'm happy or sad or just talkative, I want to talk to you. Always. You know more about me in more personal ways than nearly anyone else in the world. I don't know what I'd do without you.

*sighs* I don't mean to sound so utterly, completely dependent, but it's true. Before you and Prongs, I've never really friends who gave two hoots when I moved away. Who didn't give me a wave and go on their merry ways. Who wanted to visit and invited me to their nirthday parties...gah. I miss you so much. Thank god you aren't really gone. I can't even imagine going on without you, never having known you, oh Lord, it would break my heart. *clings* I need something for forever. Something to look back on my formative years, preferably with Prongfoot by my side, and laugh and remember how perfect it all was. How completely perfect.

Now that the extent of my dependence is revealed, I can continue. Dede mentioned, in her journal, that it's sort of alarming how many people think of her like a god. *laughs* Perfectly true. You two are my deities. My sanity. Or insanity, as the case may be. My joy. One of the few things that really make life worth living, vicariously or not.

I overuse this phrase, sometimes...but you are a beautiful person. Truly and sincerely. The sort of friend that you go through life wishing you had, and when you do find them, it's like the sun coming up. You're kind and witty and eloquent and adventurous and so very much alive. I have no idea what I did in my past lives, but it must have been something pretty spectacular, to get to meet a person like you. I'm sort of incredulous that I could ever have landed myself such a good friend as you. Excuse my Remus moment. It astonishes and delights me that I've fallen in such good company. I never imagined people like you, even in my wildest dreams.

I've had several friends, and a few acquaintances, and I've been as obsessed as Goldilocks about feeling like they don't "fit." I told myself I was being silly, that no friend is perfect, that I was looking for something I couldn't find...

And then I met you.

And, as C.S. Lewis said... "but the things that began to happen after that were so great and beautiful that I cannot write them. And for us this is the end of all the stories, and we can most truly say that they all lived happily ever after. But for them it was only the beginning of the real story. All their life in this world and all their adventures had only been the cover and the title page: now at last they were beginning Chapter One of the Great Story which no one on earth has read: which goes on forever: in which every chapter is better than the one before."

When Moony starts quoting books at you, you know he's serious. :D

C.S. Lewis used it as a metaphor for heaven.

I am too.

I love you, Stacey. <3
snailfoureyedsnail on August 15th, 2005 04:00 pm (UTC)
Bah. "I use it that way too" instead of "I am too."

Poo. And I blew the anonymous thing doubly over. *grumbles* Alas. I knew that one day a syntax mistake would be my downfall.

Oh blah: see me tapdancenitwitinperil on August 15th, 2005 11:11 pm (UTC)
Oh, a dilemma.

I'm going to post this anonymously, but I know you'll know who I am anyway. It's those brain waves, you know, and the fact that I can't for the life of me be subtle with you. If I tried to be stealthy, I wouldn't be able to get the finer points across, and what a loss that would be. So. You know. You can just prtend that you have no idea who I am and we will Never Speak Of It Again.

Let's start out with the obvious. I love every little detail about you (even your faults, though there are few of those, and the ones that you have just make you all the more wonderful to me). You make me feel like there is always something good out there, always a new surprise to stumble on, always someone to call up and shout "SAVE ME!" at. I love the things that you bring out in me--you really have a talent for bringing out the best I have to offer--and the way that we connect.

Our secret signals and eye conversations and shared thoughts are the best. We are the dictionary definition of best friends (or maybe, probably, we do loop-de-loops around that definition). We are so illegal.

I love us best when we do spontaneous things (we rival Garden State) like singing Offspring at the top of our lungs or wandering around a place we've never been before. I love our fields, our in-jokes, our willow, our all night conversations, our eyeliner, our... well, everything, really. I love the way that we blend together into this perfect color. It's my favorite--the Prongfoot color, whatever it looks like. I'm not really sure.

I love that you are the culmination of all the things that I respect and admire; the culmination of everything I've always hoped for in a person and a friend.

You're my sister. You're part of me.

I don't know if I've ever told you about what I wish for every night at 11:11, but the clock is about to strike 11:11 right now, so I'm going to share my wish with you this time.



I wish that Stacey and I would be best friends forever.

I love you Stacey. You are everything.
Oh blah: bury away your dreamsnitwitinperil on August 15th, 2005 11:12 pm (UTC)
Oh well. Not anonymous. HA.
Bellatrix Blackgammaorionis on October 18th, 2005 02:40 am (UTC)
Sorry to bother, but are you and your friends still playing over at thegoldendays?
(Anonymous) on January 10th, 2006 01:24 pm (UTC)
I really really want to get to know you better. You seem like a very nice person.