call me ms. cut-and-paste

[phosfate]

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 LJ and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.

[I'm declaring repost amnesty, because that's just too damn chainlettery. Repost if you want. Don't. Free will is a good thing.]

Comments

[tikistitch.livejournal.com]

OMG remember those rilly cute uniforms you and I used to wear when we were fighting Evil as Snark Lady and tikigirl? And how you got all pissy over your boyfriend Mr. Powerthighs being retconned into Bun-Lad, and turned to Naughtiness and accidently sorta kinda blew up Pittsburgh 'n stuff? Those were the days. Um, sorry if I singed your eyebrows when I attacked you with the Mystic Tiki Torch, but, you know, you had gotten drunk with power and turned to the Dark Side.