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[kazatasupa]

Let's see how interactive we can be. I want to change my bio, but am not really interested in my history. I want all of my live journal friends to write my history... one sentence at a time. From top to bottom, and whomever as the guts to go first, please be as creative as possible. And, no worries... anything goes. I will not be offended... let's have fun!

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[bouteloua.livejournal.com]

When I was 28 years old, I met a new friend. She had just moved to town, so I made it my duty to show her Provo's finest points. On friday we went to the bar. Saturday, the bar. Sunday, the bar.
Months went by, then a year. Before this, I had never suspected. She came to my house one night in a short brown skirt. She sat down on my sofa and slightly parted her legs. There, laying in front of me was a a simple piece of flesh that would change my life forever. I did not hold back. "You have a ball sack", I cried. She smiled at me and winked her pretty little eye. I tried to spread the word, but no one believed me, they thought it was a joke, but it's not. Dear God, it's not.
The strangest part is I liked it.

I don't feel good about this

[maleficia.livejournal.com]

I interpreted Ketchup's intentions as a collaborative effort, like the game we used to play around the campfire where someone begins with "And then she opened the door ..." and the next person continues. You know, like the game the kids play with poetry at the bar. So i'm not so sure how to proceed. Will someone please clarify?

Re: I don't feel good about this

[kazatasupa.livejournal.com]

Exactly. Except paragraphs have been written, and Megan skipped forward a few years. You could fill in the gap, or write something from scratch... I could connect the posts later. Whatever.

Receding

[maleficia.livejournal.com]

"I was born with a bald head but a seven-inch bunch of facial hair protruded from my chin. I was the most feared infant in the hospital. No one fucked with me."

[more later, maybe after I get drunk]