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If you read this (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.

Then, if you choose to do so, you can post a similar entry in your own journal. Or not.



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Dec. 3rd, 2005 08:40 pm (UTC)
Remember that party we were at, the dude who was dancing with both of us? Everyone started screaming when he began changing and growing fur when the moon came out, and there were you and I laughing our backsides off. He was a cute little puppy, though.

Though I am sorry we didn't take him a bit more seriously, maybe he wouldn't have chewed holes in our shoes then. :P
Dec. 4th, 2005 05:50 am (UTC)
Do you remember when you spent part of the summer vacation at my house? We went camping, and I taught you how to throw smelt nets, and we ate fresh-caught smelt for dinner the day that we caught enough to be worth keeping. I could not believe that you did not like roasted marshmallows (because I love roasted marshmallows) but you told me about the marshmallow fiasco at Girl Scout Camp when you were in 4th grade, and well ... I understood how that could leave a person a bit scarred.
Dec. 4th, 2005 11:05 am (UTC)
...and scared, too...
Dec. 4th, 2005 06:38 am (UTC)
I probably shouldn't post this but the last time I saw you was when we were trying to escape from the time travel police. We had just gone back far enough to kill off the dinosaurs by getting them hooked on meth.
By the way, did you ever give Napoleon his hat back. It looked much better on you....
Dec. 5th, 2005 02:00 pm (UTC)
Do you remember my St Joseph’s Day Polish Dinner party? It was the first time I had ever made Borshch. I added too much beetroot kvas (the fermented beet juice I ordered online) and the soup was too tart. Everyone had to dilute the soup with sour cream. I still feel bad that I spilled some of the soup when I was serving it and stained your shirt sleeve. Did it ever come out?
Dec. 5th, 2005 04:53 pm (UTC)
No, and it turns out it dyed my skin. Took 4 weeks before that went away.
Dec. 5th, 2005 03:54 pm (UTC)
I remember back when we first met. An evil being from another dimension was trying to conquer the Earth, and for whatever reason the only way to save humanity was by participating in a tournament of best-of-three fistfights. We faced off in the first round. I kept trying to jump-kick you, but you'd just freeze me with your ninja ice magic every time and then hit me with an uppercut. Your progress was halted in the quarter-finals when that guy with the sunglasses punched your head off (you got better). We ended up watching the rest of this epic struggle for survival from the bleachers. We split some nachos. Ultimately I think the day was saved by the Chinese guy in the red pants.

Those sure were some good nachos.
Dec. 5th, 2005 04:55 pm (UTC)
Yeah, some of Johnny's punches were below the belt - literally. Punk!
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