i must be desperate

2/26/2006

i become friends with someone i don't like by posing as a total stranger in a chat room they frequent, then revealing my true identity once they have come to like me.

afterwards nick and i hang out at their house, which is very suburban subdevelopment and into which they seem not to have finished moving yet.

there's one poster on their bedroom wall: a charcoal sanrio-looking frog they drew in some COVA equivalent. there is a green koosh-ball nightlight plugged into one outlet.

a TV outside their house plays extremely crude ads for a restaurant: it is a gross balding cartoon man in a wifebeater and a large group of cartoon strippers.

"Eat at Max's," the man says, "because I fucked all these strippers!"

The end of the commercial points out that Max, who was a real person, passed away a few years ago.

We leave the person's house to head to their themed birthday party, a la second grade: the theme is department store and it's in a department store. It's very boring. We all walk around; I find a glamorous closed, bronze-and-black futuristic kiosk that scans your body and shows a CG model of you modeling any clothes you brought in with you.

By the time I leave the kiosk the party people seem to have left, or I've forgotten them, so I look for my sister Annie. She is there, and we look for our mother. We are now about 9. There is a row of complimentary Skype phones inside the store, so I call Nick.