Okay...first of all, this is going to be far shorter than it should be so don’t get excited. I’ve got a million other things going on in my world right now, so sue me if blogging has dwindled in its scale of importance to me.
Let’s just jump right in shall we?
I’m addicted to MySpace.
No, seriously. I have yet to go one full day without signing onto my page and seeing what’s going on with all the people I know...or, at least, used to know. What’s amazing, are the people crawling out of the woodwork to find me...
Which, since we’re on the topic...my first Prom date is now gay. That’s two confirmed cases of boys being straight when they knew me, then turning gay...two confirmed, people...some are still up in the air.
Of course, I’m doing my share of finding random people. Old theatre and dance friends are THE BEST for that sort of thing...and, come on, it’s cool to see what everyone is doing—or not doing—now.
Unfortunately—or fortunately?—I’m a bit of a spy. Seriously. I snoop, it’s just part of my nature. I don’t really mean anything by it...I mean, it’s defiantly not a trust issue thing...it’s just...I me issue thing. Having said all this, my boy Boston has his own MySpace. Fine, nothing crazy there. At first, I was even in most of his pictures in his profile...that’s right, was.
Whatever, I’m fine with it. Then...one of his little chickas—we’ll call her the dreaded ex—leaves this message demanding he put her in his top 8...which he does...right next to my pic. Yeah, I wanted to claw out her eyeballs. Slowly...with my flimsy real nails.
I have to admit that it REALLY matters to me where I’m placed in my friends top 8. I definitely don’t HAVE to be first, but I do like to be before...certain individuals...like, let’s just pretend that a “friend” of mine has a “boyfriend”...let’s say said “boyfriend” has a MySpace. Let’s say said “boyfriend” put me ahead of another one of my “friend’s friend.”
Yep, made my day.
Also, random MySpace flirting is hilarious. Like, the things these damn boys come up with...I’m sort of like, what? I’m not half naked in my pics, I don’t have any explicit content. WTF, guys?
And don’t even get me started on the bands....
You must understand, there's no 12-step program for MySpace Addicts, but now that I realize my addiction, I’m really trying to stay away. So I am...ha, at least I am until I get an e-mail saying I have a message or new friend request.
After all, don’t want to leave my public waiting...er...something.
Quote of the Moment: “You looked better on MySpace.”
Soundtrack of the Moment: Rent, the Original Broadway Cast Recording
TV/Movie Quote: From Clueless: “I know it sounds mental, but sometimes I have more fun vegging out than when I go partying. Maybe because my party clothes are so binding."