I think I need a change...

[bloodsong1]

Stolen from Caesar, and from Pikey.

Comment with a fake memory of me. (I absolutely insist that your memory be of something that never actually happened, as everything that has happened is probably either boring, embarrassing, or unbelievable.) Then post this in your own journal. You can request real memories if you want. Or you can skip this part entirely. I'm solely interested in your fake memories of me.

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[thepikey.livejournal.com]

"Wolfie's out of town" you'd said. "He'll never find out." This was how it all started, with you getting me trashed and seducing me, having me take off all my clothes in an elaborate striptease (which you FILMED and later posted on the web) but when you had me turn around because you wanted to check out my ass you grabbed all my clothes off the floor and took off out the door. And then you took the keys out of my pocket and took my car for a drunken spin, wiping out a handful of mailboxes and sideswiping a police cruiser before coming to a stop wrapped around a streetlight? You left all your coke behind on the seat too, dammit. And since nobody *saw* who did it the law came down on *my* ass because it was *my* car, and I spent eightteen months in prison? And then I vowed to have my revenge on you, no matter what? Yeah, I STILL haven't forgotten.