As per the directions, I post the following:
1. Reply with your name and I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal. You MUST. It is written.
I'll at least pick a few of the above. The default jello flavor is champagne, because if there's gonna be any jello wrestling, it's gonna be a classy affair.
9 comments:
The Nefarious, Dastardly, Fel Pirate Vampire Shapeshifter Ninja Whateveryouwrotethatonetime.
deathrose! even though I'm posting this late, and I won't post this in my own journal, cause I already did not too long ago! heh.
third:
Trapt, "Headstrong."
I was laughing, even as I was calculating how many times I could be punched in the kidneys in a given second.
I remember thinking you were chubby in high school. Turns out you weren't. Found that out one day when you, me, and Matt Turner were hanging out. How is that possible?
Part wolverine, part owl. Owlverine.
Ah, questions. For the internet, this: so, what comes next?
deathrose:
kidneythieves, "Zer0space." Duh.
Keep singing, m'dear. Please.
I remember a long conversation about metal. A lot of bands were mentioned, a few of which I remember.
Hmm. Maybe a Koala in black and white.
Will you make me an AV? Kidding... how bad do you want to go to school?
Me! Ooooh. I want to know things. About me.
Liesel.
YUP. That's me.
Liesel:
Dave Kitay's "Ghost World Theme." Ahh. As well any anything by Franz Ferdinand.
Heh. Schwarzie.
Saying: "Oh, you're Liesel!" Thinking: Tell me more...
A lemur with a magenta mohawk. Wearing a wristwatch around her neck.
So, what do you thing of L. Ron? Somehow, I'm not straight on that.
i'm interested.
13rosered (lj)
-amanda
amanda:
Whew.
Prime STH - "I'm Stupid (Don't Worry About Me." Just enough bitterness.
You know, we've still gotta find that bridge.
We were in a van, or just getting out. About to head into Universal City in southern California and have dinner in that X-Men themed place, unbeknownst to us. We were talking about Star Trek, as we would for some time later.
You, my dear, are a black cat with amazing eyes. Who makes bird noises.
What ever happens to Lt. Cron, anyway?
ah, miss cron. i should finish it, and yet i feel no need to. it will probably be re-written in a different format, at some point or another.
the truth? that story started out as an auto-biography. so her end is as yet undiscovered.
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