Fuck MySpace, sometimes
Wow, it's been a year since my last post. Fuck.
I've been in school for two semesters and already fucked up my 4.0. My wife is out of town and I'm fucking bored. Any suggestions for nights like this? All my friends are currently occupied with their lives this weekend - no time to play. So I sit. Staring at this lovely blue computer screen, tipitty-tapping away at this blog. Hey, at least it's something.
MySpace. Fuck MySpace. It seems a great place for young singles to hook up and fuck. Great. I'm married, love my wife. MySpace used to be cool. For example, I have never learned so much HTML code than by fucking around on MySpace. It was cool, once. But, I'm bored with it. I don't have much time to leave comments on the 60 or so "friends" on there. At least the people who I have on MySpace are/were really friends at one time (excluding 2-3, plus most bands).
There are so many people who will add anyone. So many people, in fact, they've been given a name, "MySpace Whores." What is the real point of having 100 spam bulletins from people who can't send me an email. Or empty comments where there is NO SINCERITY. Or, showing off the cool "graphics" of lines of text forming a heart, how fucking talented. Look how cool you are with glitter. Be my friend. Where are the REAL events? Or what about the "comments" (alleged comments), left by "friends" that say "thanks for the add" and "just showin' some love." If they were REAL friends, they'd pick up the fucking phone on a Friday night and give me a fucking call, THAT'S showing some love.
The more I type, the more I stew. I better slow down before I phone some "friends" to bitch about it.
P.S. This was fun.
I've been in school for two semesters and already fucked up my 4.0. My wife is out of town and I'm fucking bored. Any suggestions for nights like this? All my friends are currently occupied with their lives this weekend - no time to play. So I sit. Staring at this lovely blue computer screen, tipitty-tapping away at this blog. Hey, at least it's something.
MySpace. Fuck MySpace. It seems a great place for young singles to hook up and fuck. Great. I'm married, love my wife. MySpace used to be cool. For example, I have never learned so much HTML code than by fucking around on MySpace. It was cool, once. But, I'm bored with it. I don't have much time to leave comments on the 60 or so "friends" on there. At least the people who I have on MySpace are/were really friends at one time (excluding 2-3, plus most bands).
There are so many people who will add anyone. So many people, in fact, they've been given a name, "MySpace Whores." What is the real point of having 100 spam bulletins from people who can't send me an email. Or empty comments where there is NO SINCERITY. Or, showing off the cool "graphics" of lines of text forming a heart, how fucking talented. Look how cool you are with glitter. Be my friend. Where are the REAL events? Or what about the "comments" (alleged comments), left by "friends" that say "thanks for the add" and "just showin' some love." If they were REAL friends, they'd pick up the fucking phone on a Friday night and give me a fucking call, THAT'S showing some love.
The more I type, the more I stew. I better slow down before I phone some "friends" to bitch about it.
P.S. This was fun.
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