So…

I’ve been on MySpace for… a week? And I’m wondering why people insisted that I get an account. I’m not getting any fun out of it not to mention the fact that I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with it. All I’m getting out of this is friend requests and/or messages from people trying to sell me something or trying to get me to click on the links on their pages. And then there are these guys who write painfully long messages telling me how my profile is oh so very interesting that intrigued them and how we have the same hobbies and love the similar books, and how beautiful and sexy my eyes are! which by the way are set perfectly on the most gorgeous face they’ve ever laid their eyes on, that touched something inside, their soul, their reasons for being, and how I must be the one they’ve been waiting for all their lives, the answer to their desperate prayers, the one, the promised one, their savior, and they must talk to me, they were compelled to write, they couldn’t help themselves, and they were so mesmerized by my exceptional beauty they couldn’t do anything unless they wrote to me.

This is my MySpace page. Can you imagine how boring other people’s MySpace pages and how ugly all these people must be?