Son of lemming!

[kitanzi]

Invent a memory of me and post it in the comments. It can be anything you want, so long as it's something that's never happened. Then, of course, post this to your journal and see what people would like to remember of you, only the universe failed to cooperate in making it happen so they had to make it up instead.

Go nuts! :)

Comments

[tnatj.livejournal.com]

I think the first time I met you, you were in bed, surrounded by handsome men, plying you with grapes and song, with their cups, craters, lutes and lyres.

It was some sort of Greek or Roman festival or convention, and I'm not sure you (or they) were entirely human at the time. I seem to remember horses' tails or hooves. Maybe it was SybariCon?

Oh, yes, somehow you managed to keep one foot constantly on the floor, so it passed the Hayes censorship code.

And I'm not sure if it was actually you, or actually one of your friends ... sorry, I have a lousy memory.

[kitanzi.livejournal.com]

Actually, that was teamwork - my twin sister and I. That's the only way to manage to keep one foot on the floor, you see. *G*