why your stars have brought us here

Trai lai lai. Surfing around the big wide world of LJ I found this meme, which I remember vaguely from a long time ago. Some of you will already have done it, but hey! Feel free to do it again. Your feelings may have changed. And I've met a whole heap of new people since then. Also I am feeling isolated and sluggish and in a total attention-whore mood. As consolation I will do it for anyone who feels inclined to post it in their journal.

So: fill in the blanks!

I ____ Fahye.
Fahye is ____.
If I were alone in a room with Fahye, I would _____.
I think Fahye should _____.
Fahye needs ______.
Fahye will never ______.
I want to ______ Fahye.
Fahye can ______ my _______.
When I think about Fahye, I ______.
Someday Fahye will ________.
Fahye reminds me of _______.
Without Fahye _______.
Memories of Fahye are ________.
Fahye can be __________.
Worst thing about Fahye is _________.
Best thing about Fahye is _________.
I am ________ with Fahye.

(I am going to fear the crack of schiarire's response in advance, to save time.)

Canberra conspires against me. I bought the coolest, geekiest pair of thongs - platform with black and while comic strip illustrations on the sides, and black and red straps - and cannot wear them because the weather thinks that 15 is a really damn appropriate temperature for February. I want my summer back, dammit.

This? Is a truly great song. Mark Knopfler is a genius. I managed to alienate all the trendy girls at work today by naming Guns N Roses, Dire Straits and Crowded House among my favourite artists. I also had 'Electric Blue' and 'Kids in America' stuck in my head the whole shift, cementing my postion as pathetic lover of yesterday's music.