Death to MYSpace.
Welllll..I head out tomorrow for Nashville, to visit my dad, with my dearest Emily Stred.
It's not really -quite- goodbye, since I expect to have internet until we head off to Florida on Saturday, and then whenever we come back from it.
But....regardless, I wanted to let you know before I left...
...That MySpace accounts make me sick.
I couldn't honestly tell you what does it.
Maybe it's the overly-giggle focused Commentage, or the sheer NUMBER of the things.
But -everysingletime- I read one, I feel ill. I have yet to find one I don't despise.
This will be, not at all unfortunately, one of the developments of Pop!Culture I intend to avoid.
Ja.
<3
It's not really -quite- goodbye, since I expect to have internet until we head off to Florida on Saturday, and then whenever we come back from it.
But....regardless, I wanted to let you know before I left...
...That MySpace accounts make me sick.
I couldn't honestly tell you what does it.
Maybe it's the overly-giggle focused Commentage, or the sheer NUMBER of the things.
But -everysingletime- I read one, I feel ill. I have yet to find one I don't despise.
This will be, not at all unfortunately, one of the developments of Pop!Culture I intend to avoid.
Ja.
<3