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Dear Livejournal,
Oh how I loathe thee. I should punch you in the face after what you did to me the last time I tried to write to you in lengthy detail. But alas, here I sit, bored and not yet ready to sleep, to christen you once again with my words of little or no importance at all. Though perhaps you have learned your lesson, for I played the silent game with you for many months, ignoring you and better yet, not even thinking of you, to no avail. It is also apparent to me that most of the others who I used to keep up with through you have also taken my approach and lost communication. So what is the point, you ask? The answer, my dear friend minus the "r," is that there is none.
"And in the beginning....there was My Space?"
Before I address the subject of My Space, featuring the unintelligible drunks of Smoky Bones, let me once and for all clear the air: all prior belief that Smoky Bones inhabits only the more attractive waiters in the Brandon area has now been abolished. DO NOT BE FOOLED. You will only be disappointed. And so the story begins. From one lardish, intoxicated SB to the rest of us: apparently word on the street is that a girl was murdered by some psycho she met on My Space, therefore making My Space a dangerous environment to be a part of and, in effect, has prevented this SB from joining and should prevent you too. Is anyone else thinking what I was thinking at the time of this SB's announcement? I did not want to break it to him...but he might as well just not go on the internet at all if what he wants is to avoid the possibility of being stalked and killed by an online predator. Not only is this rare and infrequent, it is also most def idiotic to limit the slim chance to My Space. And yet this brings me to another revelation: What. The. Fuck. Isn't My Space the alias of Friendster, or vice versa? I was on Friendster a long time ago because it was the place to be, and everybody was like "add me add me" but then nothing happened after that. I just don't get it. And I come on LJ the other day and I swear on almost every journal (and I picked journals at random for this experiment by the way), My Space was the featured home page. Why? It's like a My Space revolution...a cult or something. PLEASE. Inform me. I must be ignorant, at best, to have missed the greatness as to why everyone should be on My Space. I await the responses.
Oh how I loathe thee. I should punch you in the face after what you did to me the last time I tried to write to you in lengthy detail. But alas, here I sit, bored and not yet ready to sleep, to christen you once again with my words of little or no importance at all. Though perhaps you have learned your lesson, for I played the silent game with you for many months, ignoring you and better yet, not even thinking of you, to no avail. It is also apparent to me that most of the others who I used to keep up with through you have also taken my approach and lost communication. So what is the point, you ask? The answer, my dear friend minus the "r," is that there is none.
"And in the beginning....there was My Space?"
Before I address the subject of My Space, featuring the unintelligible drunks of Smoky Bones, let me once and for all clear the air: all prior belief that Smoky Bones inhabits only the more attractive waiters in the Brandon area has now been abolished. DO NOT BE FOOLED. You will only be disappointed. And so the story begins. From one lardish, intoxicated SB to the rest of us: apparently word on the street is that a girl was murdered by some psycho she met on My Space, therefore making My Space a dangerous environment to be a part of and, in effect, has prevented this SB from joining and should prevent you too. Is anyone else thinking what I was thinking at the time of this SB's announcement? I did not want to break it to him...but he might as well just not go on the internet at all if what he wants is to avoid the possibility of being stalked and killed by an online predator. Not only is this rare and infrequent, it is also most def idiotic to limit the slim chance to My Space. And yet this brings me to another revelation: What. The. Fuck. Isn't My Space the alias of Friendster, or vice versa? I was on Friendster a long time ago because it was the place to be, and everybody was like "add me add me" but then nothing happened after that. I just don't get it. And I come on LJ the other day and I swear on almost every journal (and I picked journals at random for this experiment by the way), My Space was the featured home page. Why? It's like a My Space revolution...a cult or something. PLEASE. Inform me. I must be ignorant, at best, to have missed the greatness as to why everyone should be on My Space. I await the responses.