I have a serious love/hate relationship with myspace. Like, I know it's a breeding ground for whores and deviants yet I find myself logging in almost every day. It allows me to import my gmail contacts to see if anyone on my list is enrolled. It lets me search by my graduation year in high shool. I've managed to acquire 105 friends this way. Please don't envy how popular I am. I've got blogger friends. Pets of friends. Bands I love. But for what purpose?
I can shamefully say I totally check out my ex-boyfriend's page and wonder why he still looks exactly the same as the day we broke up. Isn't he supposed to be all fat and bloated now that he's married and has babies?
My friend Kevin has a myspace blog and he gets like 200 comments a day. I'm super jealous.
I have absolutely no idea where I'm going with this. Just like I have absolutely no idea where this blog is heading. Prozac, man. Totally gives me writer's block. I have no more crazy rage to vent. My self-loathing is at an all-time low. Kind of makes for boring reading. I'll try harder next week.