I set up a Myspace account a while back not for my own purposes, but merely because I wanted to look at profiles of people I didn't really know that well to see if I had been missing anything. And it worked for quite a while. Procrastinator's dream. The ability to waste time in other people's business. This is good.
The plan worked perfectly... until today. I received a request for someone to be my friend. I've never been presented with this before. I missed the whole Friendster phenomenon... and I didn't need a list to deem who made the cut on the friend-o-meter back at Syracuse or prior to then.
Make me laugh = friend.
Feed me = friend.
First round's on you = friend.
First round's on me = dick.
I mean, for crying out loud... MySpace? Do I cave in and accept, knowing what kind of company I'll keep from here on out? I vote, for crying out loud. I've never seen Dave Matthews Band in concert, and my underwear's only a day old. I don't need MySpace.
Hell, I can barely keep up blogging.
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Oh right. I blog.
Maybe proof that I do still have friends might not be so bad after all.
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I caved in a few weeks ago. I'm still not sure if it has made me a better person.
Theher set up a MySpace profile for me, so I'm sucked into that world now, but I haven't done much with it.
See, that's how it starts. You "cave in." You get "sucked into that world." Before you know it, your profile has pretty colors and music linked to it.
It's not right.
It's not right at all.
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