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Fuckin', I swear, MySpace is the most depressing place on the planet. Seriously, you could theoretically attend a meeting of bipolar quadriplegics, and then sign up for MySpace and be like "Dude, this shit sucks. Fo' real reals." If there's any bastion of hope left for humankind, MySpace is NOT it. It's not even that people are stupid, shallow, smug, and superficial (Though, clearly, they are). But, rather, if you're like me - some people call it stalking, I just call it affectionately able - you begin to realize how many people you could truly see yourself with in some place and time, and then realize that you will never meet them. Ever. You could casually come across a profile in which you read on in disbelief, thinking to yourself, "This is the person that I dream of. All my life I've wanted someone who has these qualities, and here they are, presented to me in 32-bit colors and witty self-deprecating quips." Shortly after, it dawns on you that, no, you will never develop a serious relationship with this person through a website for the stoned, the pretentious, and the lonely. It's really unsettling when you think about it. So unless you've been sucked into the abyss already, don't visit MySpace. Just don't.
Until then, I'll be the one putting all those view hits on your profile, you sexy thing.
Um, I'm burning a bunch of John Lennon songs onto a CD. I'll listen to it every day. Anyone want a copy?
Until then, I'll be the one putting all those view hits on your profile, you sexy thing.
Um, I'm burning a bunch of John Lennon songs onto a CD. I'll listen to it every day. Anyone want a copy?