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[bliumchik]

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, please post a comment with a completely and utterly made up and fictional memory of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad - but it must be fake, fictional or false.

When you're finished, post this in your journal and be surprised by what people don't really remember about you.

Nobody replied to this the first time, so I'm doing it again now that it's trendy.

Comments

Much random-ness

[(Anonymous)]

My memory goes thusly:

I was procrastinating writing and an assignment by reading some "angryletters". I read one by someone who I remembered from a certain (or several certain) "statement"(s) I had uncovered before while doing the same thing. And so, I click on the link to the LJ of the one who posted a post -- sorry, wrote a letter -- about being lost among the Trees of Death in Chatswood and I read that and my eye passed over it right then, and so here we are.

Wait, you said fake, fictional or false didn't you?
This could be false, fictional or fake. Sure it could. I mean, I've already made up stuff today ... will a novel excerpt do?

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Fine.

I remember: you, me, missing cheese. Make of it what you will, preferably cheesecake, for I am hungry.

Au revoir.

Re: Much random-ness

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

Mmm, cheesecake. That takes me back to my school certificate exam.

[deepfishy.livejournal.com]

Remember when we found the Nac Mac Feegle outside NIDA? He had a leetle red flag, and kept trying to stab us with it until we gave him one of those tiny novelty bottles of whisky. And then we had a flag - A red flag! A leetle flag!

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

A leetle red flag! Hurrah! Yes, I remember that. I also remember that he got pissed off with how small the bottle was and followed you home, demanding scumble and kicking you in the shins repeatedly. That's what you get for messing with the Wee free Men.