Pants on Fire, Or Now I've Gone and Done It
I couldn't resist, so I stole this off of MysteryGirl! (I love that she, too, uses an exclamation point) and Anonymous Midwest Girl (two girls at the same time! Straight men everywhere are all jealous o' me).
THE RULES: 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! You've got free reign. Start your sentence "Remember when you and I...."
Okay, go.
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Remember when you and I were on that plane to Oman? You were headed there to study the effects of ship pollution on the Arabian Sea (or so you claimed when the greasy man at the airport asked your business), and I was on my way to acquire ancient recipes from the Baluchi. I noticed you because you were reading Green Eggs and Ham. I had just finished this classic the week before, and was happy to see I was not the only individual of a literary mind on this journey. When you stood to make your way to the cramped lavatory, I tickled the back of your knee to get your attention. “Enjoying the book?” I asked. You looked at me quizzically and motioned me to join you in the restroom. Not one to pass up a good time, I followed. Once the door was closed you pulled a massive diamond from your sock. “Goose down chicken rounds,” you recited. I wasn’t sure what you meant, but took the diamond anyhow. “See you in Burma,” you added with a wink as you left the restroom.
Ever since then I’ve thought you are one strange man.
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Do you remembering when you said to me, "You don't know what it's like to watch somebody you love just crumble away bit by bit day by day in front of your eyes. And stand there.. helpless. Love isn't enough. I... I thought it was... I thought I was the answer for Norman, but love isn't enough for him. I'm afraid of what's beginning to happen within me, because, sometimes I... hate him. I hate his promises to stop, and then the watching and waiting to see it begin again. I hate to go home to him at night... listen to his lies. But my heart goes out to him. Because he tries... he really tries. But I... hate him for failing... but I hate me too! I hate me! Because I failed, too! I don't know what's going to happen to us, Oliver. No matter.. how much you love somebody... how do you live up the days? How?"
You don't? Wait a minute. You're right. That was Judy Garland in A Star Is Born.
Remember when you and I were so sick of that bitch Heather, so we filled her glass with Drano? It was SO AWESOME the way she crashed through that glass coffee table. Seriously, she had it coming. Now, when we play croquet, you can be red.
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