Adventures Through Time and Space With a Steam-Driven Pirate Captain
Many people have a friending policy for their journal. This seems incredibly optimistic to me, and appears to be based on the assumption that LJ voyeurs, when trawling through, will find your particular brand of whining so interesting that they will wish to friend you. This is a bizzare cultural phenomenon on which I would write a thesis, if I could be arsed. However, because One must keep up with the times, my friending policy is that you are welcome to friend me and find that I completely fail to notice for several months, until I happen to be adding someone else to MY flist, at which point I will automatically friend you back without any conception of who you are. It's a policy that works for me, and it's easy to understand.
At any rate, I like to masquerade as a 21-Year-Old Youth Worker from Canberra, Australia. I enjoy holding up the illusion that I am employed to beat reliability into young actors with a heavy stick. In reality, I reside in the large mammal enclosure at Bill Gates' private zoo, where I spend my time writing angry letters to the paper and bobbing for apples.