JUMPING ON THE BANDWAGON (I.E. SPAMMING) [nekare]

Find your 42nd entry ever. Yes, this may require some counting and basic math. Deal with it. Link to that entry in a new entry. This is the meaning of your life.

My 42nd entry?

Got this from photogene, and the idea was too cool to let it pass.

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!

So go, share our forgotten memories!

So. The meaning of my life is A MEME. Figures. It is a pretty good meme, though, so I'd say that the meaning of my life is lying, which is, you know, kinda accurate, seeing that I'm a poor writer, and stuff. ANYWAY, IF YOU WANNA DO THE MEME (THE LYING ONE, BUT THE 43 STUFF IS COOL TOO), YOU'RE COMPLETELY WELCOME.

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Heh. For me, it was this meme about the book that's closest to you, which was a book on protein folding at that time.

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I thought that time we met Doctor Who was pretty freakin' awesome.

What about that time I came to visit you and we totally blew half the town because fireworks are cool? :D

Oh yes! I do remember that (as the rest of the city's population), man, I'd never seen fireworks go that high!

Fun, fun times. Well, kinda, because now I'm under house arrest and can't ever go near a single flame anymore, so...

OT: your icon, it is so so cute. It makes me want to smile so hard, even if I've never been the greatest Romana fan ever. *melts*

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Well what about that time we had to fight off a school of demonic fish and ran into the Winchesters? Good times. Although, I still say that was not mouth-to-mouth Dean was giving Sam, I've just never seen it done where the person who's not breathing is shoved up against the side of a car. *g*

Oh man, the stench of fish never did come out of my favorite shirt. And ooooh, yes, definitely remember that - I've no idea how Dean could ever think we'd buy that cpr story after we had a first row seat to see him biting Sam's neck while he was jerking him off. Really, dude, we've seen gay porn, it's not like we don't know the motions. *eyeroll* It was pretty hot though.

Seriously, what kind of girls does he take us for? It's not like Sam was exactly quiet about the whole thing either, we're not deaf, after all. *shakes head* Mmm, yes, definitely hot.

Oh man, I know! An unconscious person doesn't exactly moan 'oh Dean' time and time again, come on. I guess we'll just have to meet them again so we can mock them about it and see them turning all red and spluttery.

-Once we travelled back in time.

It was an unusually clear night, clear like fireworks reflected in an untouched lake high up in the mountains, and we could feel the memories of the long dead whispering upon our skin as we lay in the tall, still grass.

There was a meteoric shower. It had been in the news that evening, but we pretended it was raining stars just for us. They hit the earth around us, warming the flowers in our backs. They whispered like memories.

We shut our eyes tight and made our wishes.-

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nekare

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