How can I remember?

[readingredhead]

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.

I have to say, this will be amusing.  Seriously guys, whatever memories you like.  I know I'll have fun making them up for some of you.

In other news, I'm done with my English paper!  Yeah, it probably needs some work and I'll look it over again tomorrow morning before I print it and turn it in, but at the moment it looks like I'm good to go.  This is the first time I think I've ever written a paper this quickly.

Stay tuned next week for short stories about bad science fiction writers (but realistic, so they still are literary fiction) and discussions of how books are made, with a highlight performance from some Russian guys who want to take me away.

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[spadleader88.livejournal.com]

So remember that time when we held open tryout for our perfect Mr Darcys? We had a long line of boys vying for our hearts, and we judged them on how witty and completely sexy they were in their audition. They had to be intelligent and irresistible to us, or else they were discarded. We were brutal to them. Oh, it was fun! In the end, you and I decided that boys were stupid and resorted to happily watching the A&E version of Pride and Prejudice because Colin Firth makes it worth every minute and nobody can quite compare to his Mr Darcy character.