spacebabie: River Tam and James Norrington...used when I write crossovers. (Default)
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 in your journal and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.

Date: 2008-01-30 08:24 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] robby-bevard.livejournal.com
Remember that time I became the despotic ruler of a kingdom, but then drank a potion and got turned into a talking llama? And then you, who were working as a llama herder at the time, showed up and through a whole series of adventures including river rafting and running from a witch and her rosourceful yet stupid henchman, tought me lessons about being a better person and NOT destoyign an entire village to make room for a waterpark?

Date: 2008-01-31 01:36 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] spacebabie.livejournal.com
Oh yeah, even though it was bit akward after you had put your hooves *there*

and yes I knew it was an accident.

Date: 2008-01-31 01:02 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] beesandbrews.livejournal.com
You and me at the Mall of America going wild over Hello Kitty stuff at the F A O Schwartz store.

Date: 2008-01-31 01:37 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] spacebabie.livejournal.com
Man did you use mad kung fu skillz against that one soccer mom. I swear she almost bit me.

Date: 2008-01-31 01:05 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] warpmind.livejournal.com
Remember the time we planted weed three feet outside the prison fence? Oh, the sweet despair on those faces when we tended our little garden... Whatever happened to it, anyway?

Date: 2008-01-31 01:38 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] spacebabie.livejournal.com
I did a lot of baking.

Date: 2008-01-31 07:38 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] sabledrake.livejournal.com
I always meant to tell you how great it was the way you took charge when we were first on the scene when the Sexy Single Seniors charter bus went off the road and got stuck in that snowfield. All I did was pilot the helicopter. You were the one who organized them all into the singalong. How you remembered every lyric to "You've Got The Sweetest Dimples In Your Cheeks And I Don't Mean On Your Face," I will never know.

-- C.

Date: 2008-01-31 07:26 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] spacebabie.livejournal.com
Plenty of practice.

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