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Erin ([personal profile] dizmo) wrote2005-11-30 05:14 pm
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LOOKIT ME, I'M A LEMMING.

If you read this, 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.

By all means, have at. I'm curious. XD
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[identity profile] meteorspark.livejournal.com 2005-12-01 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
That one time when I hitchhiked to Las Vegas through a blizzard and showed up freezing and emaciated on your doorstep, all in order to deliver a package of instant ramen, at which point we went inside for hot chocolate and ended up playing darts with Hastur and Meta in order to determine the fate of the world when the International Express Delivery Guy showed up right behind me.
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[personal profile] dizmo 2005-12-01 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
That wasn't totally awesome! Well except for the emaciated part.

[identity profile] meteorspark.livejournal.com 2005-12-01 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
I just kind of like that word. But yeah, that totally didn't rock. Now I go do this meme and you will respond or die. :D

[identity profile] sarcastic-kitty.livejournal.com 2005-12-01 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
Once upon a time, I pushed you into a lake. And then you splashed me. And then, you freaked out because there was seaweed in this lake for some reason, and it was SLIMY and touching your FEET and yes. There was flailage.
And I just laughed. And then gave you a lifejacket, even though you could stand up in that water.
Then the sheep mooed at you.
The end.
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[personal profile] dizmo 2005-12-01 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
I MOO BACK.

[identity profile] sarcastic-kitty.livejournal.com 2005-12-01 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
That's nice to know. I've always wondered about that.

[identity profile] dine.livejournal.com 2005-12-01 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
for some reason we were wandering around the woods looking for a christmas tree (in July), and when we found the perfect one, the wood elves helped us get it back to the car. I was really surprised when that little guy insisted on following you home - I mean, he was cute and all, but at something less than 2 feet, probably not your dream date.

so, purient minds want to know - how far did you go before kicking him out of the bed?
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[personal profile] dizmo 2005-12-01 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
Wouldn't you like to know? ;)

[identity profile] basslikesitruff.livejournal.com 2005-12-01 01:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah well, we were hanging out in your room drooling over boys when you left to go procure your plan for world domination and I (being in a state of great thirst) mistook your cup of radioactive cow's milk for the real thing. When you returned you found me in quite the state, having a bulbous third eye embedded firmly on my forehead and glowing green like a vat of nuclear cool-aid. You laughed maniacally, and I think I spoke Latin. Never could before.

[identity profile] patheticat.livejournal.com 2005-12-01 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Well my favorite fake memory of Erin is when we were hanging out in New York (our fabulously wealthy sugar daddies had flown us in for some r&r at the Plaza), getting our third botox injections of the week and listening to the local radio station. We looked as cool as we are (and not just because the bubonic plague had paralyzed our foreheads), and Erin, after her fourth bloody mary, thought it was be quite a gas to call in to the Howard Stern show.

She got through, her porn voice helping out quite a bit, and landed on the show. I sat in the green room and listened and had a fascinating conversation with a drunk guy and a midget.

So Erin's in the studio, being sexy and wooing the men of NYC when, all of a sudden, Erik Estrada walks in the door. I didn't know of Erin's long term CHiPs fetish, but Howard's producers had done their homework. Erin began to scream like a little teeny girl, grabbing all over Erik's corpus and mumbling about riding motorcycles naked.

She's been Steeny every since!

[identity profile] graymouse.livejournal.com 2005-12-04 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
I remember this one time at band camp...sorry, wrong journal. Anyway, there was this one time that you and I had this idea to drive route 66 from start to finish, because we couldn't find route 666 on the map but we were already in Tucumcari, New Mexico so we decided to go to Roslyn and visit aliens instead. And you said not to but we picked up that weird cute guy from the side of the road and I don't remember much else until we woke up at that Circle K in San Dimas California with matching Lucky Charms tatoos on our knees. Despite what you said then I still don't think green clovers go with my skin tone.

Did that rash ever clear up, by the way?
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