“Joycieface”
I don’t remember where it came from. I think it was a friend’s nickname for me. Maybe it was a nickname I wished a friend would give me. In any case, I’m very partial to it as a username bc it’s ALWAYS available. I love it. It’s simple, memorable, indicates my identity so nobody is left guessing, and has no numbers, which is a total high five bc I hate numbers. (I’m pretty sure I have dyscalculia. Making me a … dyscalcutard…?)
So when I tried signing up for Skype today I was appalled to see that somebody had already taken Joycieface. I was so mad. That’s MY name! I tried two or three other usernames: all were taken and all were inferior. One of them even had numbers. Then out of curiosity I tried logging in as Joycieface.
Apparently it’s my account.
I have absolutely no memory of making a Skype account. This begs the question… how many other accounts do I have floating around in my forgotten possession? I probably have a Neopets account somewhere. There’s a little creature starving to death in there. Probably a Kacheek I played with once and then left for dead. I’ve never been any good at taking care of cybercreatures.
I used to play Sims. I would make them as rich as possible, with these lavish houses and robot maids and stylish refrigerators. And then I would make all the adults in the house fall in love with each other. This was tricky bc I had to keep them from walking in on each other, otherwise they would slap each other and get mad.
When the time was right, I’d make them have a baby. Now you never knew what kind of a child the baby would grow up into. I think I once had this child that looked like Harry Potter with a sorcerer’s hat. When this sort of situation happens, there’s nothing you can do but make a little room with no windows or doors and drop the child in there. Eventually the child turns into an urn or a gravestone and I can try again with another baby.
