and what are you hiding behind?


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By heather on Wednesday, April 26, 2000 - 04:55 pm:

    hooray, new topic

    i'll show you mine if you show me yours

    things i hide behind-

    too much hair
    my winter coat
    silence

    and that's just the start of things you never really wanted to know in the first place.


By Rhiannon on Wednesday, April 26, 2000 - 05:28 pm:

    *My hands
    *Whoever is standing next to me
    *My glazed-eye "I'm not listening, you do not exist, you cannot hurt me" face


By patrick on Wednesday, April 26, 2000 - 05:53 pm:

    -a (sometimes) rampant ego
    -my camera (thanks heather this brought this to light. never thought of it before but my camera does serve as a great hiding place)
    -blunt cruelty (in words)


By droopy on Wednesday, April 26, 2000 - 06:25 pm:

    i hang around on message boards and tell people i'm a paraplegic because i'm tired of being of so damn perfect in the real world.


By agatha on Wednesday, April 26, 2000 - 07:21 pm:

    words.


By semillama on Wednesday, April 26, 2000 - 08:04 pm:

    procrastination
    self-doubt
    and inaction


By moonit on Wednesday, April 26, 2000 - 11:20 pm:

    hair
    the 'dontlookatmeibeinvisible' face. - much like rhi's I would say
    jules
    computer


By Gee on Thursday, April 27, 2000 - 01:12 am:

    the exact opposite of Agatha - I hide behind silence.


    and smiles.


By Isolde on Thursday, April 27, 2000 - 02:49 am:

    hair.
    words.
    my tender femine exterior.
    put ons.
    the computer?


By J on Thursday, April 27, 2000 - 02:43 pm:

    I only hide when I don,t want to be found.I use pot,booze,and pills to hide.Closets,I,ve hidden in several of those.


By Mavis on Thursday, April 27, 2000 - 03:21 pm:

    nothing...
    here i am


By moonit on Thursday, April 27, 2000 - 04:14 pm:

    yeah - at work I hide behind my screen when clients come in.
    Theres two I forgot that J hides in - booze and pot.
    Once I got really stoned with Jules and we made a tent out of the couch, a clothes horse and some blankets. It was way cool and I wish I had taken a photo. We hid in it. Then KellyBoy turned up and tore it down.

    Bastard.


By patrick on Thursday, April 27, 2000 - 05:27 pm:

    i loved making forts when i was a kid


By Rhiannon on Thursday, April 27, 2000 - 05:59 pm:

    Me, too. We used to flip the rocking chair over and use it as a draw bridge, and then set up the couch cushions around my mother's desk, and then crawl under the desk. That was our fort, and from it we would pretend to be detectives, and I remember the list of our suspects came from the inside lid of a Whitman sampler box, hence the arch-fiend "Filbert" whom we pursued so avidly.


By patrick on Thursday, April 27, 2000 - 06:31 pm:

    yeah, we prided ourselves on constructing a network of tunnels using couch cushions for walls and blankets for roofs. sometimes we would have make out sessions with the handful of neighborhood girls in our forts. that way we could be under the supervison of parents but out of direct sight........i was a dirty little kid thanks to my older brother and the devil.