Stolen from
queenofnewyork:
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 COMPLETELY
MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want
- good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.
When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified)
about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you!
I'm happy, because even though
I didn't get any work done, I watched Malcolm in the Middle
today. I haven't watched it since before NaNoWriMo started.
Force, I forgot how much I love that show.
Poor Francis. He looked like he was going to cry when he found out he was $600 in debt.
Malcolm doing push-ups because he had a crush on a girl was the cutest thing ever. XD
"Hey, Reese-"
"Sorry, I'm gay."
Aww, how sweet! He actually can be a good brother sometimes.
Malcolm should smile more, because he is extremely cute when he does.
Dewey manipulating Reese was brilliant.
I have to say, watching Mel Gibson wax his legs is quite amusing.