Stolen from lunacia

[stariel]

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me.

It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.

Comments

[prinnyc.livejournal.com]

Remember the time you and I met? Last May... in Miami... I was wandering through the parking lot at the city's largest mall when you looked across and saw me... "hey, don't I recognise her?" you wondered. You ran up to me and hugged me. I shrieked for mall security to drag you off me. They came ... and when they peeled you off of me... they found half a dozen shirts with security tags still attatched stuffed under my jacket. Apparently wearing a heavy jacket in May was suspicious. They threw both of us in mall jail... we got to talking... hey, we do know each other! Wow!

[hibrian.livejournal.com]

Christmas night of '97 I was sitting on my front porch ordering a holiday meat basket from the Jimmy Dean catalog, when all of a sudden, BAM! You come crashing into my mailbox in your purple Dodge Charger going 60mph. I instinctively pulled out my nickel-plated baretta as I jumped out of my rocking chair and rolled behind a decorative shrub. I remember you got out of the car rather slowly, still a little dazed from the accident. Being blind in one eye, I thought that beer in your hand was a molotov cocktail, and I immediately opened fire. You're quick though, I gotta hand it to ya, you had your mag pointed at me and firing before the bottle of Bud even hit the pavement. Greatest scar I ever got was your 5th shot hitting me right in the chest, bouncing off my ribcage, and exiting upwards through my shoulder.

By that time the blood was everywhere, and all the neighbors had closed their blinds, just hoping not to get caught up in all the live fire. I got woozy, and passed out. Next thing I knew, I was standing naked in a dark room, up to my kneecaps in filthy water; the only light coming in through a small window above me. I wasn't even sure I still had an arm as I had lost all the feeling in it, along with half of my lower torso. It was a stuggle just to stay conscious as you beat me with strips of bamboo and screamed at me in Norwegian. I'm arching my back as I write this, with the images of my own blood and tears pouring into the water at my feet, their warmth circling my calves, but never reaching my frozen toes.

I never found out what you were screaming at me that night, but I did learn one thing: Never pull my gun on a pro.

[stariel25]

Wow, and you're still my friend?

[blindfish.livejournal.com]

I remember when we baked together! We both got drafted into making hundreds of treats to sell at the 'cooking for cataracts' charity fair and what with your cats being very territorial about your kitchen, because that's where you keep the tuna, (one of them scratched tuna into my arm when I tried to open a cupboard) we went to cook at my house. We made chocolate cookies, peanut butter cookies, cinnamon star shaped cookies, double iced, double chocolate cookies with ginger and white chocolate chunks. Those last cookies were the best ones so we made them in the shape of cats in the hope that they would appeal to your cats vanity and that they would let you back into your house that night.

Then we made many different sorts of pie: cherry, apple, peach, blackberry. Then crumbles, cakes and muffins. We used that one step kit from the back of the cupboard to make Christmas pudding muffins but some of them came out green so we fed them to the birds (no one likes seagulls). We ate a lot of baked goods that day and then got up really early to replace all that we'd eaten. The shop assistant looked at us strangley when we turned up at her till with a trolley full of biscuits. Two girls wearing badly made disguises who kept ducking every time someone new entered the shop, buying their own weight in economy brand biscuits, I guess it did look at bit strange. Anyway we iced them ourselves, which is almost like making them.

[lunacia.livejournal.com]

When we flew to Hong Kong and had a real shopping spree...

[meli88.livejournal.com]

i remember the time that you, me, and robb went to that HIM show in seattle... at that place with the black Xs, .... and there were no thirteen year olds there!