all about the meme

[recrudescence]

Sweet holy Moses on a moped, I hate these things. So here!

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.

This has been another episode of Yvi Works on Her People Skills. Stay tuned for tomorrow's episode, when she posts another poorly-articulated, entirely stream-of-consciousness review of that show with the really gay men who bitch and bicker and sometimes save people and stuff. Sodomy: it's what's for dinner.

Comments

[fallen-arazil.livejournal.com]

Do you remember that time we went to Disney World and that guy in the Goofy spilled ice cream on me, so we beat the crap out of him, and then it turned out it was Britney Spears? Ahh, that was funny.

~Djinn

Sodomy: it's what's for dinner.

uhm ... O_o can I nice salad maybe?

[recrudescence.livejournal.com]

Hmph. There's always a picky eater at the table. *passes lube olive oil and cherry tomatoes*

Oy vey, that was a wild time. And then having to hide from park security in one of the spinny teacups until we snuck out under Cinderella's coach. Is there anything that can't be improved by a little creative costuming?

[tripperfunster.livejournal.com]

Remember that time, that your parents were away, and I slept over at your house? And we went running through the streets in our pyjamas, and you flashed your boobies at that cop? And then, that cop turned out to be Brittany spears? *sigh* those were good times. :D

[recrudescence.livejournal.com]

It was a wardrobe malfunction, dagnabbit! *sulks*