||[Nov. 30th, 2005|10:03 pm]
|||||R.E.M. - Can't Get There From Here||]|
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, 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.
So. This one's on you. But that's fine, cause the next one's on me.
Both tagged by nightsinger:
Name 5 of life's simple pleasures that you like most, then pick 5 people to do the same. Try to be original and creative and not to use things that someone else has already used. Tag 5 people on your list.
1: Cuddling. I mean, obviously.
2: Violently loud thunderstorms. Specifically, sitting inside and cackling during violently loud thunderstorms.
4: Coffee Crisp chocolate bars. Widely available in Canada. Not so much, here.
Name your top seven songs:
Cripes, this is tough. I can come up with a few, but this list is very, very subject to change over time.
In no particular order:
1: Pink Floyd - Learning to Fly
2: Great Big Sea - Love
3: Moxy Fruvous - River Valley
4: Moxy Fruvous - Laika
5: Jonathan Coulton - Skullcrusher Mountain
6: Billy Joel - Two Thousand Years
7: Flaming Lips - Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots Pt. 1
And for both of these I tag miang, carn_carby, tcdohl, staedtlerjosh, and kinkyprude.
Well, that one time we went to the beach was pretty lovely... It was just the tiniest bit chilly out, since it was early evening in the summer and all. The picnic was a lot of fun, too (I loved those little cake thingies! Where did you get them, again?) ... At least until the sea-elves came to the shoreline where we were walking and kidnapped us to be their slaves at the bottom of Puget Sound. Ah, well. So it goes. *bubble*
I'm still giggling over the "Isn't it enough to know I ruined a pony making a gift for you?" line. I'm subjecting people to that song right, left, and centre -- with or against their consent. XD
With Mags and Raif visiting over the holidays, I think a care package of Coffee Crisp can be easily arranged ;)
Heehee. I've actually got my fix at the moment - a coworker ordered some over the internet for me after I fixed a problem for her. *glee*
Apparently learning how to bribe people is part of her project manager training.
Well, there was that one time when you and I were standing outside that internet cafe in Vancouver and we saw that car on fire. I told you the driver was already dead, but no, you said we had to pull him out anyway. Figures that I would be the one to end up with a scar! And he was quite dead, that is, until he coughed a bit and sat up. I was all set to congratulate you on a good decision, but then he mumbled something about brains and tried to grab your leg...
On the plus side, you and I unloading our weapons into him must have made us look like complete badasses.
I still haven't quite cleaned the stains off my trenchcoat. I stopped trying a while ago, though. Gives it character.
I remember back a few years ago when I was being chased by a bounty hunter for skipping bail of all those murder charges and I saught refuge at your place. I confided in you why I was on the run, and then you decided to turn me in to collect the multi-million dollar reward for my return. Bastard. So you used some chloroform to knock me out and duct taped my hands and feet and then chained me in the back of a big truck and took me back to Canada. I escaped anyway while you were busy trying to pick up some hot border patrol girl, and I'm now enjoying a worryfree life somewhere you will never find me!