That time we did the thing with the thing...

[pjthompson]

Okay, this one's pretty fun, so I'm posting it, although I swore to myself I wasn't doing any more memes...


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

Comments

[kmkibble75.livejournal.com]

Remember when, theorizing that one could time travel within his or her own lifetime, we led an elite group of scientists into the desert to develop a top secret project, known as Quantum Leap. Pressured to prove our theories or lose funding, we prematurely stepped into the Project's Accelerator and vanished.

We awoke to find ourselves in the past, suffering from partial amnesia, and facing a mirror images that were not our own. Fortunately, contact with our own time was maintained through brainwave transmissions with Jodi, the Project Observer, who appeared in the form of a hologram that only we could see and hear.

Trapped in the past, we found ourselves leaping from life to life putting things right that once went wrong and hoping each time that our next leap would be the leap home.

Good times, Pam. Good times.

[pjthompson]

Good times, Pam. Good times.

Indeed they were, my friend, indeed they were. Remember the time we leaped into that girls' school to clear sweet little Angelina of the charge of sneaking boys into the dorm and thus ruining her life for ever and ever and ever? What an adventure that was!

[kmkibble75.livejournal.com]

Remember the time we leaped into that girls' school

How could I possibly forget that one? :-)

[merebrillante.livejournal.com]

My favorite memory of you is from the day of your wedding (the second one, not the third one). You were wearing the same pink leather dominatrix outfit that your mom had gotten married in, but when I walked into the chapel dressing room, you were crying so hard your purple mascara was running down your face. I thought you were upset because you couldn't find a flail in matching pink leather, but it turned out you were crying because you'd just found out that your first husband had come to the ceremony wearing the exact same outfit. I felt so bad for you, I went out and shot him. The ushers helped me drag his body down the aisle and out the door. Luckily, the carpet was red, not white, so it didn't leave too much of a stain.

Considering how badly your second marriage turned out, maybe it would've been more prudent of me to kill the groom.

[pjthompson]

No, I'm glad you shot Roger. He only wore that pink outfit to mock me. It served him so right. It might have worked out better if you'd shot Jean-Claude, too, but you couldn't have known. As it turned out, that little skiing accident he had turned out to be quite lucrative for me...so I guess you could say things worked out the way they were supposed to.

[merebrillante.livejournal.com]

You're right, of course. In the end, the universe does tend to unfold the way it should