Ganked from Danny

[whattingawhat]

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 memory of you and me. It can be anything you want--good or bad. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.

Comments

[favored-prongs.livejournal.com]

I first started talking to you about bratty teenage boys (pssh!) and then that lead to you adopting me. How did that happen?!

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

I still don't know!!

[favored-prongs.livejournal.com]

You couldn't say no to this face!

[vote4nathan.livejournal.com]

Learning about another side to the world.

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

That's always something I'm never sure if I'm supposed to apologize for or not.

[vote4nathan.livejournal.com]

No apology needed.

[strngly-literal.livejournal.com]

How pretty you still looked when you weren't dead anymore!

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

...Thanks? I hated the dress and my hair was a little...but you know I guess for a dead girl I looked pretty good.

[ex-diminishe647.livejournal.com]

The choke hold in high school.

Fun times.

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

Yeah I don't know if I ever apologized for that. I was sorta paranoid about a Superbowl champ killing me.

[allerdyce-john.livejournal.com]

It's a cross between you bringing me chicken and stars soup when I was sick and us drinking root beer floats after our long ass walk in Central Park.

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

:D Both good things. Well not the you being sick but the bringing of the soup was good.

[allerdyce-john.livejournal.com]

Well, now I've got a few cans of chicken and stars soup stocked up in the kitchen cupboard for when I next get sick.

You were right. It doesn't taste like crap.

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

:D I like being right about good things. It's the perfect sick food.

[allerdyce-john.livejournal.com]

Definitely a lot better than other official sick!food like milk, beef-tea (no fucking idea what this really is but it sounds disgusting), and beef essence. Imagine mixing them all together. I could get sick just fucking thinking about it.

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

Ewww who comes up with that stuff? I'll have to ask Giles what Beef-tea is. It sounds English. 'Cause you know tea. I'm a strictly Chicken and Stars and OJ girl when I'm sick but then I get sick or worried or nervous or pretty much anything, my appetite sails out the window and supposedly that's unusual for a slayer? They eat like a crap ton of food all the time. Which I eat a lot, my appetite just goes off a lot.

[allerdyce-john.livejournal.com]

What about now? What with all this shit going on, are you eating enough?

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

I'm doing okay. Danny cooks for me a lot which makes me feel guilty if I don't eat. It's not like takeout where I can be just like oh I'm not hungry and not feel bad. I think he's cooking for me a lot right now because he knows that'll make me eat. I've dropped a couple of pounds but I'm not wasting away. I probably weigh more now than I have since I was sixteen.

Thanks for worrying though.

[allerdyce-john.livejournal.com]

Good to know. Dawn says she can cook stir fry. That's pretty impressive. Considering...

*smirk*

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

You're a brat. She can cook stir fry and it's good. She's not an epic fail in the kitchen and it's a shame I didn't get those genes.

[allerdyce-john.livejournal.com]

So I've been told.

Well, I suck at cooking too but at least we kick ass so there's that.

[youmadea-bear.livejournal.com]

Can't pick just one.

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

I can. That night they kicked me out in Sunnydale and you were there for me.

how are you? Besides the not a pile of ash.

[youmadea-bear.livejournal.com]

You know, walking dead and all.

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

Who isn't these days?

[vivo-per-ardua.livejournal.com]

The night out dancing. You looked gorgeous.

[nomorebuttmnky.livejournal.com]

Holding me after... Yeah, that's not going to end happy. Gimme a sec.

Okay, that's not happy either...

Wait! I got a happy:

Meeting you for the first time. Even if the stake threw me.