Yes... Myspace
I
created a myspace account and now I hate myself. After getting
somewhat adjusted to the epilepsy-inducing oversized layouts I
summarily found out that pretty much everyone and their dogs are on
it.
What really made me sad is finding these formerly fat girls from high
school and my home town area now being actually pretty damn hot.
But apparently people do remember the time when you yell at them to
"ground themselves into foodstuff so the African children can be
fed"... very well... *I'm really sorry. I was drunk.
Actually I wasn't, just an asshole* From now on I shall supress
my natural shudders at fatness and extend goodwill towards the
acceptable-BMI challenged. I view this goodwill as an
investment... in future potentially hot girls.
And having stayed up until 3am reading myspace profiles and the myriad
asinine, barf-inducing posts which involes, but not limited to, getting
a new pet ("oooh here's a pic of the
latest addition
to the family, isn't he just sooooo adorable??" , or buying
kitchen utensils ("I finally gave in
and ordered the Magic Bullet, I sooooooo can't wait to use it on my
next batch of potato salad~~ yum yum!"), or touchy feely lines
borderlining some cheesy Mandy Moore lyric ("I dream, I feel, I love, but I know, that
sometimes those that
you love will simply leave and take a piece of you away, but I
will be strong because the world is wide, and I am free..."),
that what they say is true,
the internet did give voices to those that probably shouldn't have one.
Besides, I always thought the "Magic Bullet" was a vibrator.
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PS. I'm testing out a betting strategy for March Madness. I
wagered on every single underdog except those playing #1 and #2
seeds. Either I will be able to supersize my fries for the next
month, or I'm headed towards another loan.