like_skippy daxle I keep having these times where I'm like how did I end up here why am I working so hard and who am I I feel like I'm lacking in some sort of personal identity and it's based in the silliest thing: i know about that too my taste in music/my clothes like those two things seem to be intimately related first I get the music, then the clothes, then the identity like i know it's absurd :) but I'm realizing it's been in the back of my head forever im working on that too but I just haven't been directly thinking about it except, the kinds of music I like i wore the pants you gave me today correspond to completely different stereotypes of personalities and it's not even that they conflict with how I really am I don't even know how i really am I don't feel like I fit sufficiently into a stereotype but I don't create my own type either I'm just this mixture i think thats the best but I want to be something why I don't know so I can like my clothes, I think and know where to get them is that funny or what? kind of yes for most people it's "I shop at Store X so I can have Identity Y" yeah but I'm nutty like Skippy 001129 ... daxle hrm...I forgot that having things between those things that I can't put because they won't show up anyway makes things dissapear, so this now makes no sense like it did anyway... multiple personalities indeed 001129 ... daxle said "things" are cleverly named "less-than sign" and "greater-than sign" 001130 ... the spork ahh, another one discovers that blather eats HTML for lunch and coughs it back up as little blue fragments of cgi 001130 ... sabbie skippy - derogitory term for a 'white' austrailian. and i have never, ever been able to spell 'austrailian', but that doesnt keep me awake at nights. 010225 what's it to you? who go blather from