In one of my many completely clueless attempts at becoming popular, I once lied and told all the kids in my class that I had an awesome new best friend with a living room that looked something like this:

Unsurprisingly, my 12-year-old, circa 1997 classmates were decidedly unimpressed.

Also unsurprisingly, I still occasionally imagine that awesome best friend is real.

…Except now I also imagine that his family’s selling their furnished house. For a price I can afford.

(image via Whorange)

idle fantasies, sunken living rooms This entry was posted on Wednesday, July 21st, 2010 at 6:46 pm and is filed under Pano-pol-blog. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.