You don't fuck with the Top Eight...
It's a sad day when both McKay and Zack are not online...
I'm exceptionally bored this morning. I have roughly 4 million papers to start on, yet find myself continuously clicking the 'home' icon on myspace to see if I can read any new messages. How did I manage to get hooked on something like that?
I remember back about 3 years ago hanging out with one of my friends in Tempe and hearing him constantly talk about this website. Every fifteen seconds he was asking where he could get on a computer. He described myspace and it seemed pretty gay, as did my friend, and I simply dismissed it as such...I think there was a whispered vow of some sort to not get involved with such an addictive pastime...as if I needed anymore...
Fast forward three years and I can't even complete one task on my To Do list without checking myspace at least 3 times. Clearly, this means it is time for a break.
The disappointing part is not only am I addicted to this site, but I also really like it. I like sending and receiving emails, I like leaving ludicrous comments that are neither funny nor entertaining, and I especially like have something to look at all day. This break from myspace will also result in lots of sadness from others, namely Rachel and Lori who normally ONLY get to interact with me on there. Such an ending will be tough...
So the problem, here, is do I just ignore the fact that my life is being impeded by a website because to walk away from it would be too difficult and would be sad for those affected? Or do I make the break that I know would be best for me, my work, the people I stalk daily (Paul and his gaggle of 16 year olds that he dates, Mike Bryant and the drunken nights that I am no longer a part of, and of course McKay and any girl on his friends list that is in any way superior to me) knowing that this parting will be shit billions times easier now when I only have 100 friends rather than later when I'm sure to have Sarah-style amounts...
Perhaps I should ponder this over a few shots and torment myself...maybe let my fingers linger over the delete button a few times...
I'm exceptionally bored this morning. I have roughly 4 million papers to start on, yet find myself continuously clicking the 'home' icon on myspace to see if I can read any new messages. How did I manage to get hooked on something like that?
I remember back about 3 years ago hanging out with one of my friends in Tempe and hearing him constantly talk about this website. Every fifteen seconds he was asking where he could get on a computer. He described myspace and it seemed pretty gay, as did my friend, and I simply dismissed it as such...I think there was a whispered vow of some sort to not get involved with such an addictive pastime...as if I needed anymore...
Fast forward three years and I can't even complete one task on my To Do list without checking myspace at least 3 times. Clearly, this means it is time for a break.
The disappointing part is not only am I addicted to this site, but I also really like it. I like sending and receiving emails, I like leaving ludicrous comments that are neither funny nor entertaining, and I especially like have something to look at all day. This break from myspace will also result in lots of sadness from others, namely Rachel and Lori who normally ONLY get to interact with me on there. Such an ending will be tough...
So the problem, here, is do I just ignore the fact that my life is being impeded by a website because to walk away from it would be too difficult and would be sad for those affected? Or do I make the break that I know would be best for me, my work, the people I stalk daily (Paul and his gaggle of 16 year olds that he dates, Mike Bryant and the drunken nights that I am no longer a part of, and of course McKay and any girl on his friends list that is in any way superior to me) knowing that this parting will be shit billions times easier now when I only have 100 friends rather than later when I'm sure to have Sarah-style amounts...
Perhaps I should ponder this over a few shots and torment myself...maybe let my fingers linger over the delete button a few times...