Why Myspace sucks
This morning, whist exploring the wonderful world of Myspace, browsing and such for the local Hotty McHotties, I stumbled upon a profile that I KNEW I did not want to see--half the reason I was avoiding Myspace in the first place. Want to guess what I did? Ignore it and move on? The smart thing to do? No way. Why would I do something like that? I clicked on it and back into the wonderful world of my x-boyfriend's bitch sister did I go crashing. Now, as Myspace is contagious, of course HE is on there. Do you think I could leave that alone? F no. Why don't I just take a sharp implement to my eyes instead of torturing myself via Internet?!? The not so bad news--he is on there as single and looking for friends. So maybe he is suffering as much as I am. Maybe he feels guilty daily about how he handled things. One can only hope anyway. Maybe he is pining away for me. Would I go back? Probably not. But the fact remains... The sight of his profile immediately induced a rapid heartbeat and a pit in the stomach. What to do? If I ever saw him I would push him down and slap him a bit. I'd probably just slap her around verbally. Give her a good, old-fashioned Jessica style (this being said with the highest compliments, Jess) verbal wailing. That is all.