Meme-ories
Feb. 4th, 2005 05:06 pmIf you read this, even if i don't speak to you often, please post a memory of me. It can be anything you want, it can be good or bad, just so long as it happened. Then post this to your journal. See what people remember about you.
If you read this, and you have some idea of who I am, create a memory of me. It can be anything, good or bad, just so long you believe it has never happened. Then post this to your journal. See what people fabricate about you.
Do one or the other or both or neither, as it pleases you.
If you read this, and you have some idea of who I am, create a memory of me. It can be anything, good or bad, just so long you believe it has never happened. Then post this to your journal. See what people fabricate about you.
Do one or the other or both or neither, as it pleases you.
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Date: 2005-02-05 12:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-05 03:33 am (UTC)We spent the rest of the night playing video trivia games in the biker bar across the street. o.O
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Date: 2005-02-05 07:07 am (UTC)The Bash.
Seeing you as stuck up.
Giving you a ride home, and discussing skinny dipping, thinking "there is no way in hell she will actually deign to go skinny dipping with me. this is going to be another thing of me getting high opes and losing them."
4 July 03, peeking!
Flea. Comments from the guy at Midnight Blue.
Kicking myself over choosing Woods Hole Film Festival over camping.
Timidly asking you over for dinner.
The sundress.
First kiss.
White!
"Would you mind if I stayed the night?"
Stones.
"I love you."
"I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry."
Thanksgiving.
Mt Auburn cemetary.
Goodbye.
Christmas.
Hundreds of LJ posts.
Thinking I was going to lose you through my stupidity and callousness.
Finally stopping that, and learning I wouldn't lose you.
Airport. That DRESS!!!!
Cab ride.
That night.
Stones, and our prayer together.
Tuesday morning 14 September 2004, 0300. I thought I was never going to sleep again.
Circle, and being introduced to you.
"Get out of the kitchen, Morgan!!!"
Sowelu (still wearing it, everyday)
Goodbye.
You comforting me at 0600 local time, 28 September.
and everything else that makes me your Naaman, and you my Nuit.
I love you!
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Date: 2005-02-05 05:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-06 07:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-06 02:39 am (UTC)I'll go with something innocuous. Sorry about this.
We were working together. We hit it off and became pretty friendly. We decided to go out. Something pretty exciting was happening (at least to us). They were playing Holy Grail on the big screen at The Avon. I was very happy to have a fellow Python enthusiast to share the experience with.
The film started and we were laughing our heads off. Sometime around Sir Galahad's exploits at the Castle Anthrax, I realized you had gotten pretty quiet. I look to my right and see you. Your head is tilted all the way back, face pointed at the ceiling. Your mouth is wide open and you're breathing deeply. You're conked!
Who the hell falls asleep on a first date? And during Monty Python?!?!?!?! =)
~j
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Date: 2005-02-06 07:34 am (UTC)Wow. Thankfully that didn't happen during "The Cell."
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Date: 2005-02-06 05:50 pm (UTC)~j
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Date: 2005-02-06 06:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-06 08:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-06 08:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-06 10:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-06 08:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-06 08:08 pm (UTC)At least I never answered the phone at work with "Thank you for stimulating HR services!"