Let's get creative

[morrigirl]

Invent a memory of me and post it in the comments. It can be anything you want, so long as it's something that's never happened. Then, of course, post this to your journal and see what people would like to remember of you, only the universe failed to cooperate in making it happen so they had to make it up instead.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Remember the time we met for lunch at that place down the street from the library? We had some tea and chatted about things. It was fun. Then we got flirty and decided to go back to my place and watch some movies. We sat on the couch and you laid your head on my shoulder while I held you close to me. I'm not even sure what movie was on. The only thing I was paying attention to was you and how warm you felt, how good you smelled and how beautiful you looked. The smile that grew across your face as I massaged your shoulders and neck was more than enough thanks for the wonderful afternoon I got to spend with you.

[morrigirl.livejournal.com]

God bless whoever wrote this, it's exactly what I needed to read :-D

[(Anonymous)]

You are more than welcome and it's nice to see that I brought such a big emoticon smile to your face.

[acsnavely.livejournal.com]

remember that one time you and i went to france and drank wine and ate brie all day? i do. and there was that guy with the poodle who was sitting infront of one of the cafes singing the "goldfish" advertisement theme.
*the end*
haha yeeeah.

[nocash.livejournal.com]

NIAGRA FALLS! Slowly I turned, step by step...

[dpsycho.livejournal.com]

...inch by inch...

[gender-euphoric.livejournal.com]

Carla,
Remember that time we went to that awesome gay bar in Galesburg? You were dressed up as a sort of Cher meets Stevie Nicks, and I was the twisted love child of Elvis and Pee Wee Herman.
Remember how all the chicks hit on you, after you table-danced topless? I was so jealous.
I never knew you could dance like that. And then, the next thing I knew was that a coterie of gay men had declared you their queen and were lavishing attention and sexual favors upon you.
Do you remember when the power went dead and the tornado sirens went off? I think you had something like 17 orgasms while being snuggled and protected by your group of Carla lovers.
The Carla love in the air protected that beautiful gay bar and sent that twister all the way 'cross town. I think it flattened the high school or something instead. The End.

ROTFL

[morrigirl.livejournal.com]

Okay, you totally win the award for most inventive and amusing non-memory. I dare someone to try and top it :-D

The one where I attempt to be creative...

[kdc4evr.livejournal.com]

remember the time you came to visit me in Chicago & we went out dancing at Neo and we looked like super cute goth chicks & everyone at the club was in awe of our amazing dancing abilities & when we got tired of dancing we went to Clarke's and oogled all the cute boys there & ate pancakes & drank hot chocolate - yeah, those were some good times

[dpsycho.livejournal.com]

I remember how we met and got to know one another early on in college. How we didn't pretty much just see one another every now and then through mutual friends. I remember how I let you know right away that I thought you were cute and fun to be with, how I didn't ever think that we didn't know one another that well or that you might, perish the thought, not appreciate being told something like that. Hey, never telling you that would have been silly, because, well, everyone likes to know that kind of thing, right? It's a good thing I never thought that your inherent attractiveness surely must have made you confident enough not to have to tell you so myself.

[altrocks.livejournal.com]

remember when i stopped in NYC for a weekend and we went partying with a bunch of people until 4am... all the drunken singing and deep conversations that got lost in the haze of alcohol and joviality. And then the hours we spent at that diner sobering up and playing cards and talking and drinking coffee and lamenting about all sorts of topics... yeah, that was great.

[lightandwinged.livejournal.com]

Remember the time we ran into each other in Ohio without even meaning to or knowing why either one of us was there? I think you were there because your private jet to Bali started to crash and so you parachuted into Cincinati, while I was there to promote my new line of dinner wear made entirely out of tin foil and coloured cellophane. We were having a ball catching up when a tribe of cannibalistic pygmies showed up and decided to turn us into their favourite dish: an Abby-and-Carla Stew. We decided to respect their culture and let them eat us, but suddenly, Brad Pitt and George Clooney came swinging through the vines of Cincinati and saved our lives...

((Okay, that was freakin' retarded, but gimme a break, I'm still recovering from England))

~Abby~