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Oct. 4th, 2008 05:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
reipanI can't sleep. Let's see how this works out.
Absolutely nothing profound or personal about the LJ-cut text, I promise; I just liked that line. I think it was the delivery.
There's been an advert on the tube recently for a thing called Lycamobile - just a pay-as-you-go SIM, I think, nothing that special. (No offense to potential Lycamobile fans.) I've made note of this, apparently, because some of the scrawl in the back of my going-places notebook reads "Lycamobile - lower rates for werewolves??". I don't know, I suppose I thought the pun was a bit too good to be true. (I realise that "Lycanmobile" would have been more werewolfy, but can you really blame me for imagining the extra letter?) Of all of the creatures of darkness, I suppose werewolves would need low mobile rates the most, wouldn't they? Because of - well - I mean -
...I can't actually think of a reason. Why might werewolves need lower calling rates? Perhaps they call abroad a lot; I can't imagine there are that many of them about, I suppose they should stick together. Or maybe there's nothing to it at all, and we're looking at the work of some enterprising youngster who's trying to play to a niche market.
You know what I've just realised? I'm lousy at keeping secrets.
Not other people's secrets, you understand. I'm not a gossip. Well, not by trade, anyway. If somebody mentions a bit of gossip to me that I'm familiar with and find vaguely interesting, I see no harm in partaking of a little light banter on the subject. I mean, I'm trustworthy. I like to think I am, anyway. I'm sure my friends will enlighten me if I'm mistaken.
I mean my own secrets. I suppose I could have worded that better; I'm really bad at keeping stuff to myself.
I'm not quite sure why or how this works. I've been told a few times this summer that I hold back too much, keep too much inside me. Frankly? I don't see it. I could never keep a secret journal. If there's something in my head that I need to get down onto paper that badly - and this is going to sound arrogant - there's generally somebody I want to see it. I mean, I might pretend that there wasn't, and keep it in a secret drawer that unlocks only at the brush of the third eyelash from my left eye or something. But if somebody then discerned the location, stole my eyelash while I was sleeping, unlocked the drawer and read all my secret thoughts, I would secretly be sort of pleased. I mean, embarrassed as hell, alright. But sort of pleased.
Hmm. But that's not strictly true either. There are things I don't mention, and things I haven't mentioned until they got out of hand or too much for me. Maybe it's more that I feel like the things I do put down and show to other people are things that people who hold back too much wouldn't.
This isn't making a great deal of sense. In fairness to me, it is five to six.
I'm going to try and get some sleep.
Absolutely nothing profound or personal about the LJ-cut text, I promise; I just liked that line. I think it was the delivery.
There's been an advert on the tube recently for a thing called Lycamobile - just a pay-as-you-go SIM, I think, nothing that special. (No offense to potential Lycamobile fans.) I've made note of this, apparently, because some of the scrawl in the back of my going-places notebook reads "Lycamobile - lower rates for werewolves??". I don't know, I suppose I thought the pun was a bit too good to be true. (I realise that "Lycanmobile" would have been more werewolfy, but can you really blame me for imagining the extra letter?) Of all of the creatures of darkness, I suppose werewolves would need low mobile rates the most, wouldn't they? Because of - well - I mean -
...I can't actually think of a reason. Why might werewolves need lower calling rates? Perhaps they call abroad a lot; I can't imagine there are that many of them about, I suppose they should stick together. Or maybe there's nothing to it at all, and we're looking at the work of some enterprising youngster who's trying to play to a niche market.
You know what I've just realised? I'm lousy at keeping secrets.
Not other people's secrets, you understand. I'm not a gossip. Well, not by trade, anyway. If somebody mentions a bit of gossip to me that I'm familiar with and find vaguely interesting, I see no harm in partaking of a little light banter on the subject. I mean, I'm trustworthy. I like to think I am, anyway. I'm sure my friends will enlighten me if I'm mistaken.
I mean my own secrets. I suppose I could have worded that better; I'm really bad at keeping stuff to myself.
I'm not quite sure why or how this works. I've been told a few times this summer that I hold back too much, keep too much inside me. Frankly? I don't see it. I could never keep a secret journal. If there's something in my head that I need to get down onto paper that badly - and this is going to sound arrogant - there's generally somebody I want to see it. I mean, I might pretend that there wasn't, and keep it in a secret drawer that unlocks only at the brush of the third eyelash from my left eye or something. But if somebody then discerned the location, stole my eyelash while I was sleeping, unlocked the drawer and read all my secret thoughts, I would secretly be sort of pleased. I mean, embarrassed as hell, alright. But sort of pleased.
Hmm. But that's not strictly true either. There are things I don't mention, and things I haven't mentioned until they got out of hand or too much for me. Maybe it's more that I feel like the things I do put down and show to other people are things that people who hold back too much wouldn't.
This isn't making a great deal of sense. In fairness to me, it is five to six.
I'm going to try and get some sleep.
