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maryavatar just wrote a ficlet based on this icon. Fabulous.

Seven Degrees of LJ nicked from

coppala:
1. Go to your info page and find the seventh name listed on your friends list.
2. Go to their info page.
3. Find the seventh name on their friends list.
4. Repeat until you are seven LJs from your own. (If you come across someone who doesn't have seven friends, go back to the beginning of their flist and keep counting until you do reach seven (If the seventh friend is a journal you have already visited on this trip, count this journal as one and start again, circling to the start of the flist if you reach the end before you get to seven. If this keeps turning up the same LJ, or if these are too complicated for you, just randomly pick another name and continue).

aworldinside

blackeyed_girl

blackrainbows

debs7

auntyk

asleeper

danalana

1) What is the title of this journal (NOT the user name)? Dana's DRAAAAMA: "Leave her alone." Jesus Christ, John 12:7

2) How many communities does this person belong to? 27

3) List any interests you share in common with this user: Cats

4) List any friends you have in common with this user: None.

5) Where does this user live? Texas, United States

6) What is the seventh sentence in this user's most recent journal entry? The only sentence is: Scott Savol
Is in the top 24 of American Idol! WOOOHOOO! OK!

7)What is the first sentence in this user's seventh most recent journal entry? So by this time tomorrow I will officially be an aunt..for the first time.

Um, she has an "abortion is homicide" colour bar on her friends page...

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You find the scariest damn people through that meme.

Also I clearly was not meant to do it. I keep going back and forth between two journals in a strange coincidence that doesn't need explaining and in another method I keep running into people with like 2 people on their flist and then I go back and forth between THOSE journals and anyway, I just wasn't meant to do this meme.

I would imagine that 7 degrees away from your journal is a one-legged circus freak from Mauritania with a body odour problem. So it's probably best that you don't do it.

Well actually I just did it, with okay results. If you call okay results: "Name's Melissa. I have no self-confidence and have a negative outlook on life. This world sucks and i wish i were dead. I can't kill myself though. I have my reasons. Being chicken, yes, is one. sad, i know. sucks i don't have the guts. oh well, i'll get 'em soon enough."

See, I just skimmed that and read the words 'chicken' and 'guts' and was like eeewwwwwww. But then I realised it wasn't that exciting after all thank goodness. Where do you think she's going to get her guts from?