play with me

[oiran]

A round of ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies...

Seen everywhere, but most recently in tynantblue0162's journal*: 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.

Or, you know, a real memory would be okay, too. It would be interesting to see which looked more improbable, the real or the imagined.

Or, as seen in rivier's journal: Invent a fanfiction I wrote and post about it in the comments. It can be anything you want, so long as it is something that I never wrote. Give me feedback! Mention your favourite quote! Flame me! Illustrate it! You know you want to.

Fun. You play, and I'll play back. Make stuff up. Or not.

* where we are continuing to fight about what to name the kids

Comments

[velvetglove.livejournal.com]

Funniest non-PC sidelong comment ever.

What are you insinuating? You're one of those dirty special-interest-group lovers, aren't you?

And now the funny has been replaced with the disturbing in a totally non-hot way.

Hmm...well, try picturing it with Pete in there, too. Is that any better?

[stone-princess.livejournal.com]

Hmm...well, try picturing it with Pete in there, too. Is that any better?

Oh look! My lunch just met the floor!

[velvetglove.livejournal.com]

Does the idea of three people having sex together upset you that much?

Your conventional notions of what constitutes a relationship are probably getting in the way of your happiness.

[stone-princess.livejournal.com]

I love you. I haven't laughed so hard days. Weeks maybe.

[velvetglove.livejournal.com]

I love you, too.

And since you didn't give me a memory, I'll give you one:

When I was so drunk I couldn't walk, you convinced me to take off my high heels and lean on your arm, and you practically carried me away from the bar. The sidewalk was cold, and I stepped on broken glass and sat down on the curb to look at the sole of my foot. You were talking to me for a long time before I realized that the noises were words. You said, "...too much vodka and not enough bacon. You need balance in your life." I pulled myself upright on a parking meter and made these pawing motions in the air that you understood meant I wanted you to help me keep moving. We walked along the sidewalk and I left these bloody half-footprints behind for a couple of blocks. I was going to remember to go back and take a picture of them in the morning, but then I forgot.

that could have happened, don't you think?

[stone-princess.livejournal.com]

I was thinking of memories, but I couldn't think of real one's that weren't inappropriate and I got distracted from fun fictional ones by trying defend my own ranting in my own LJ.

Yes, that totally could have happened. Wait! Didn't that happen? *looks confused*