Hullo!

I prefer to be called Pear by my friends. Are you going to be my friend?

I am at best unremarkable, at worst a shrieking harpy. I enjoy soiling the internet with my leavings:

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Friends Only

* I don't have impossibly high friend standards, either here or in real life. I basically add people who are interested in getting to know me better through here. As of the recent edit below, I'm just keeping out people who don't think of me as a real person.

* If you've seen me at a lolita meet, then I will certainly add you back :D Unless you are some pervy bigot. Ew.

* However, if you've seen me around because we've got mutual friends, you're from Spacefem from ages ago, or you were just trawling the internets, just comment here or PM me.

* Basically, if I have no reasonable idea who you are or why you want to add me and you don't make the effort to comment and tell me, then I won't add you. I also tend not to add bigoted arseholes and/or perverts.

EDIT, 28th April 2010:
Until recently I thought that it would be a given that, if someone friends me, then they will care in some small way about me as a person. Although most of you will get to know me only through text and image, don't forget that I am a whole person and that this is my personal journal. It's got all my whinings and untidy secrets - I don't bash at at my keyboard with inspired, ink-stained fingers after bicycling around the Cotswolds in a taxi. This is not an award-winning blog where even every linebreak is an anguished, writerly pause in my silent artistic struggle to find le mot juste. It's livejournal, for fuck's sake! If you are going to use my personal journal solely as some kind of literary inspiration then you probably have bad taste. Join writing communities or whatever, but please don't add me - or at least try to be subtle about it. Glad you like my writing, but no thanks.

Please also don't make the assumption that nobody ever is ~*special*~ enough for me - that is an illogical and self-centred thing to say, being that I do have friends. Clearly some people are "special" enough for me, so what does that say about you? Please don't project your bullshit onto people you don't even know just because you can't cope with the possibility the common factor between all your failed friendships is you.

I prepare to enter the room, attempting to sweep in with impressively confident, stylish élan.