One day, somebody is going to get murdered over Myspace.
I was cruising around Myspace, which is now the "cool" and "in" thing to do since you really can't cruise adn browse around Live Journal unless you pay for it.The other day I noticied my measly 128 friends. Then the next day, which was yesterday, I saw that my list diminished to a measly and worthlessly 126. Two motherfuckers removed themselves from my friends list.
Here's the problem. I thought alot about it and realized that they might as well have called me on the phone and called me a "nigger" and it would have been handled properly. For some reason, they really hurt me. For a second, I had really thought about commit a murder against those who betrayed me. Maybe bashing their brains in with a tire iron or something, to justify my reasons.
One of them was Bernadette. She removed me. I hope she gets preganant so I can remove her baby from her "friends" list.
Here's the problem. I thought alot about it and realized that they might as well have called me on the phone and called me a "nigger" and it would have been handled properly. For some reason, they really hurt me. For a second, I had really thought about commit a murder against those who betrayed me. Maybe bashing their brains in with a tire iron or something, to justify my reasons.
One of them was Bernadette. She removed me. I hope she gets preganant so I can remove her baby from her "friends" list.