it really happened in the depth of your imagination

[katster]

I was given this secret message in code by macklinr. When I had it decoded, it read:

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.Of course, only do this if you want to play. When you're finished,consider posting this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people don't actually remember about you.

Have fun. ;)

Comments

[joshbrown.livejournal.com]

i remember that time the two of us decided to drive out to the middle of Kansas and go running naked through the wheat fields. Okay, so it might have had something to do with the amount of alcohol we had consumed that evening.
It doesn't explain the matching tattoos, though.

[archangelbeth]

I am still deeply shocked when I recollect how you appeared, in the bikini and chocolate sauce, and nothing else, in my bathtub. I know the bottles of perrier around the side were a hint at what you planned to do in the tub, but... *sob* I am a married woman! *sob*

it was many years ago (not a dark and stormy night) on a bright

[andreas_schaefer]

and sunny, even hot summers day. I was standing in Callahan's resting my right foot and appreciating a fine Budweiser ( the real one from Budvar , not the American bilgewater ) minding my business ( I did not want fast Eddies attention ) when I kind of noticed that the person standing kind of next to me flickered from human female to humanoid-felinoid furry fot 5 seconds about every 3 minutes. Since I do like cats there was nothing but offering to buy you a beverage of your choice.

[robotmadder.livejournal.com]

I remember back in the third grade when we got kicked off the bus for throwing candied yams at a passing firetruck. We had to walk all the way to Frenso in the snow in the time before cell phones. I said I would never forgive you, and you said you would never forgive me, but we were both kidding and were sharings test answers again within the week.

[mrfnord.livejournal.com]

We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert...

Wait. Too cliche? Okay, lemmie try again.

I remember that one time, we'd just managed to finally shoot that Arcturan megadonkey and were dragging the carcass back to the plane when the natives burst out of the underbrush and I distinctly remember you turning to me and saying "Why the fuck didn't you tell me they thought it was God!?"

[eiviiaru.livejournal.com]

"Oh, God," you said, "the vents. They're in the vents!"

You were right -- the rattling was getting louder, and I could start to see the smoke from their passage seeping out of the vent-holes in the ceiling. The whuffling meant they were getting closer. God, how could I have been such an idiot? "Let's go see what's going on in the abandoned military base! There's no way this could go wrong!" Believe me, I would have been kicking myself if I hadn't been paying so much attention to the vents...

Long story short, though, is that I'll never forget that trick with the arc-welder that got us out of there. I still owe you a drink for that one.

[inflection.livejournal.com]

I'll always recall fondly the day you helped the scientific community finish that theory of quantum gravity. Silly us, we'd been missing a minus sign. Nice catch!