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Chat 80, in which I make a guitar out of spaghetti: March 27th 1999
I chatted in Geocities last night. I probably would have been good and kept it short, not letting it eat into my slumber time too much, but then Clyzso walked in. Clyzso is possibly my best friend - she lives in Sydney and I last chatted to her on September 26th - our email correspondence has been a bit unwordy lately. So this coincidental meeting up was too good to walk out on. She was so pleased to see me, she went into ecstatic capital letters and gave me a hug.
Nixie was there, from Tuesday - at first I was afraid she'd turn Clyzso against me by criticizing my views about individuality - but it was okay - Nixie wasn't in the mood for an argument and anyway she said if Clyzso likes me I must be okay - Clyzso talked to me about the band, almost encouraging me to leave it - and I asked her about her problems and it turns out she's lonely, she can't find the right sort of friends in school and she's decided to become a graphic designer/artist instead of a lawyer - later she gave me some spaghetti and I made a guitar out of it - a spaghetti guitar - and I talked about the course and we discussed out latest artistic exploits - it's amazing what a decent conversation one can have when there's twenty seconds thinking-time between responses - I can appear almost as friendly and witty as a real person. And on it goes, until after 2am when I claim to be too tired to continue. Clyzso is da bomb.
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