Much to my chagrin I awaked from my unemployed afternoon slumber when the lanlord slammed his rusty knocker against the door. He's been showing up a lot lately, working on the house. It is seriously cramping my loafing technique. Well, I thought, too the mall.
Now I tend to go to the mall because there are a lot of people, places to pee, and cheaply available snacks. A mall is a gross place though. I feel much more comfortable in a bar. Mostly, I guess, because the potential to meet girls in the Mall is pretty much nill. I mean they are there, are they ever. Most of them are (MALL GIRLS) the kind that television tells us to love. And the florescence bleakly portrays this television studio of the soul, where girls sport scantily proportioned elastic cotton.
It is much more like a porno studio than a social space. People getting taken advantage of by clever marketing of textiles and getting off on it.
Even if you see a girl that seems to have some interesting fashion to her, the mall just seems so impersonal. And one can hardly trust a girl in the mall. They do mean things, even those that seem a bit off the television. An individual is stricken to his lonlieness of clique, there is no conversation with strangers, it's a rule, its how we get by in a place like the mall. No interrupting to program.
I was thirsty, I had just woken, hopped on the bus and that was it. I bought a three dollar bottle of water and sat on this bench. A very sad little counter with a partition in the middle seated several people who were also alone. The kids with friends from the tables kept stacking they're dishes (which smelled of putrid tomato sauce) on the counter around us.
I thought, at this point, looking around at all the girls, that If I can't meet em here. Perhaps I can entropop them later on. I mean steal their likely thoughts.
Remember when I typed in the phrase "Girl in the Cafeteria" and found some crummy fiction?
I thought, how would I take the thoughts of these girls in the form of fiction? I needed a phrase. At the time I thought of "He looked at my shopping bag" but that yielded no results.
Oh well, that's googling for you. How about "My New Top
Bingo, the first bits of fiction I found were fan fiction. And here's some samples.

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this one is about some girls that go on a trip to meet a boy band

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FSG Attacks
by Frick (JSchi41171@aol.com)

Chapter 10

"Have you seen my black skirt? I can't find it." Said Jasi when she came into the room.
"Yeah, Nadine borrowed it for a little while, she said she'd bring it right back." replied Vivianne and turned to face Jasi. "What do you think of "My New Top?"
"Fits you good. Brian will be all exited to see ya in that, babe." Jasi commented.
"Yeah right. You know, I don't even care if he likes me or not, I am just greatful for the opportunity to spend some quality time with my favorite guys and girls."
"You won't believe who I just talked to!" Ines came rushing into the room.
"Leonardo DiCaprio ...?!" Vivianne grinned at Ines. "No hold one, he lives in LA, doesn't he?"
"Ha,ha, very funny ...no, seriously, I talked to some guy from 'the firm' who is on tour with the guys, they want me to get the girls from 3 for 1 so that we cn perform for them! Can you belive it?!"
Jasi sat down and stared at Ines. "The girls from 3 for 1 ..." she asked. "I thought you were through with them, ...I thought we were FSG..." she said.
"Well, that happend without my doing anything!" Ines assured.
"So? And how's that possible? Don't tell me the guy saw you at one of the B-day parties you played at?!"
"Not quite ...well I admit I did do something, when I was listening to one of our old taps last night, Nick came up to me and asked me what I was listening to, and I gave it to him. He liked the sound and gave it to his manager ..." she smiled. "Wow girls, I just can't believe it!"
"Me neither." was Viviannes comment.
That's when the were interuptet by Brian and Howie.
"You ready to leave?" Brian asked.
"Where are we going?" Jasi aked.
"Where are we going?? Duh girl!! Don't you remember? We have a date!"
Brian grinned and poked Jasi.
"Oh yeah, how could I forget ...wait, let me get my suitcase ...by the way, are we riding in your bus?"
"Yeah, we are ...you know, I really can't believe that Lou actually hired you, he told me just the other day that he was sick of taking new people aboard all the time." Brian was thinking out loud.
"Yeah, go figure, I can't believe it either." Vivianne said.
"Uhm Brian, I will be right down, I just have to call the girls from 3 for 1 and make sure the come down ...where are we going next anyway?"
"No clue. You'll have to talk to somebody else about that hon." Brian replied and grabbed Viv's suitcase. "C'mon, let's go. Nice top by the way."
Viv smiled and took her backpack.
"Thanks. Jasi figured you would like it."
Brian gave her a weird look as if saying 'what the heck?!' shook his head and left. Viv and Jasi followed him, smiling from one site to the other.
Next: Chapter 10

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And this one uses the characters of buffy to play with the theme of ""My New Top"

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http://ca.geocities.com/drbutterfrogg/chapter_911.html
“It’s dead, and I’m beat.” Buffy took off her ruined coat and looked at it sadly. “My coat’s dead too.”
“Buffy?” She looked over to Tara, who was hovering anxiously over Willow. “She’s still bleeding.” Buffy ran over to her friend.
“Will! Let me see.”
Willow slowly pulled her hand away from her side, and a small gush of blood appeared. Spike perked up, looking over.
“I’m taking you to the hospital.” Buffy said firmly. Spike leaned in above her and she bumped into him as she stood up.
“Oh! No, no, I’m fine. Hospital is definitely not needed.” Willow stood up straight, almost banging into Spike who was still hovering around the girls. Buffy gave him a look, but kept silent. “This is a scratch, less than a scratch really. More like a bloody kinda papercut. It’s nothing that a simple binding spell can’t fix.” She waved her hand over her skin in a slow circle, muttering. The area glowed briefly and slowly closed. The cut disappeared and she smiled triumphantly. “See?”
The group looked impressed. Spike looked disappointed.
“Wow, Wills, that was amazing.” Buffy shook her head in surprise. She frowned a little and leaned closer. “Is that "My New Top?”
“Um, what?” Willow closed her coat and stood up. “Who’s for cappuccinos?” Tara raised her hand and the two witches grinned at each other.

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I suppose we can conlude that girls in the mall like buffy and boy bands. Oh well, maybe next time something more interesting will come from this process. Maybe as I continue to entropop people I will become better at googling into their interesting mindsets.