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The anti-meme

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.

Ganked from annerose, the (in)famous Voyager fanfic writer.


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Dec. 2nd, 2005 06:12 am (UTC)
Ohhhh yeah...I remember using your d20 to roll a blunt. That was sweet.
Dec. 2nd, 2005 07:06 am (UTC)
Dude, I just remembered that time we were in the mall looking for God knows what when, suddenly, this group of guys ahead of us caught fire! Remember how they tried to run away from each other? It looked like they were going to run around and possibly set fire to other things in the mall but, as it turned out, they were tied together with zip ties or something, so they ended up falling to the ground in a great, screaming, flaming heap. People everywhere were screaming, but not us! You were badass; you raised your arms to the sky and called upon your magic power to smite the fire, which it did by creating a thunderstorm inside the building.
At the same time, I noticed this suspicious-looking person out of the corner of my eye. Practically everything about this person shouted suspicious. Hell, she was wearing a speaker that was continually shouting, "I AM A SUSPICIOUS PERSON!" Fueled by ElyRage™ at the person who might ultimately have destroyed my favorite videogame store, I ran at like Mach 11 and tackled the hell out of her.
Had I not, at that moment, realized that she was, in fact, female and that my tackling of her entailed physical contact, my eyes would not have swollen to the size of grapefruits, I would have been capable of movement, and she wouldn't have escaped.
I think the best part was when the police gave us those awesome medals. Then again, it's sorta annoying that I got the "Choked at the Critical Moment Award".
I haven't had time to check on the news lately, but do you know if they ended up catching her?
Dec. 2nd, 2005 09:35 am (UTC)
I was awake before I moved; before I was born, still stone and circuits, the spark of my soul was already there, and I remember. You would smile like nobody was watching. As you chiseled my features, you sang to me, and told me I was beautiful.

Dec. 2nd, 2005 11:16 am (UTC)
Remember that one time you had to cross-dress all day 'cause you lot a bet but I *reaaaally* wanted to go to the movies, and I ended up talking you into going in drag? And those jocks totally thought we were two girls and tried to get us to go to a bar with them, but I said no, we were going to see King Arthur. So one of them followed us and got a seat next to you and tried to feel you up and in the middle of the movie you sorta went "Ooh, darling, not on the first date!" in your most gay voice ever, and the guy tried to get out of the theatre as fast as possible and fell down all those stairs. I thought I'd die laughing.

Which was good 'cause the movie pretty much sucked.
Dec. 2nd, 2005 11:32 am (UTC)
God, Brent, do you remember that day on the beach when you and I ran into each other's arms? The softly-lit candlelight dinner that followed was something to behold. You proposed to me that night, and like a little schoolgirl I was overwhelmed with joy and tears. We danced slowly that night to "Broken Wings" by Mr. Mister, and afterwards we soiréed down the pier, thinking of that summer we first met here. We went back to the hotel after that, and our lovely little anniversary was culminated with...

...you telling me to get in the kitchen to make your damn sandwich before you beat me like Ike Turner.

I'm still mad about that, bitch.
Dec. 2nd, 2005 01:26 pm (UTC)
Dec. 3rd, 2005 11:50 pm (UTC)
Even though it's been years...late at night, I find myself thinking about you sometimes. It's hard not wonder...what might have been.

You still make the best tuna-fish casserole I've ever had. For what it's worth.
Dec. 4th, 2005 06:41 am (UTC)
Sure, you said it would just be a simple shower. Elves. Nothing fancy. But fuck. I still can't get the blood stains out of my dress.

I suppose I should be lucky to have gotten out of there with my life, eh Brent?


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