Somehow, I thought I'd feel dirtier.
Wellllllll, shit.
I've gone to myspace.com for the first time ever. I've popped my myspace.com cherry. No longer am I a myspace.com virgin.
Ordinarily, I would loathe myself for this. It is a grevious and repulsive sin.
However, I know that my redeemer liveth, and he is that which is in the form of Kevin Smith, the one and only and first thing that has ever lured me to the festering cesspool that is myspace, although if Kevin Smith is on it, I suppose it honestly can't really be THAT bad, or perhaps he's just an island of non-shit in a vast an endless sea of real-shit; but nonetheless, the case still remains that I just HAD to check out his commentary on movie critic Joel Siegal's ego-masturbatory and snit-filled exit from the critic's screening of Clerks 2. It would take nothing less to scald my eyes with the world of myspace.
Heh.
I've gone to myspace.com for the first time ever. I've popped my myspace.com cherry. No longer am I a myspace.com virgin.
Ordinarily, I would loathe myself for this. It is a grevious and repulsive sin.
However, I know that my redeemer liveth, and he is that which is in the form of Kevin Smith, the one and only and first thing that has ever lured me to the festering cesspool that is myspace, although if Kevin Smith is on it, I suppose it honestly can't really be THAT bad, or perhaps he's just an island of non-shit in a vast an endless sea of real-shit; but nonetheless, the case still remains that I just HAD to check out his commentary on movie critic Joel Siegal's ego-masturbatory and snit-filled exit from the critic's screening of Clerks 2. It would take nothing less to scald my eyes with the world of myspace.
Heh.