Myspace - Mywaste
"Hello. My name is Rachel and I'm a new myspace addict."
"Hello Rachel."
My friend Lyn thought it was a great idea to get me hooked, causing my eyes to cross. OH GREAT. Just what I need - another reason to screw around. GOOD IDEA LYN. ;) I could be reading Socrates or writing poetry. But alas, I am cruising the internet for people that I knew in a different lifetime. Sweet.
Luckily, I've been able to contain myself during the workday as to not interfere with my highly efficient productivity (by the way, this has to be short because I'm playing golf today) and retain my employment. But my evenings are shot. Myspace = Mywasted evenings.
Last night I spent four, count them, FOUR hours on the stupid thing playing with the page format and searching for people that I haven't spoken to in years. And really, I have no desire to actually talk to these people again, but, sometimes it's good to see that I'm not the only one who has made a mockery out of my 20s.
But what I never realized is (even after watching all those Dateline specials) that it's a farkin' meat market! Even though my profile says that I'm on it for "friends and networking", I've been getting dozens of emails a day from woo-ful males throughout the greater LA area trying to get with this girl in pink. One guy even wrote me an in-depth email about his "sensual hands and lolling voice". Ewe. DELETE. Freak is probably a serial killer who hypnotizes and strangles his prey.
I see now why parents freak out about their kids rolling rampant and unsupervised through this whole new "world" of sorts - just inhabited with freaks and pervs. But as an adult (at least I play one by day), I am able to weed through them and make ample use of the delete button. Delete delete delete denied delete delete denied. And although I am currently addicted to the crack that is myspace, my kids will NEVER EVER EVER see the likes of the site (when they actually exist that is).
Ok, gotta check my email on myspace then go golf.
God help me (and my crossed eyes).
"Hello Rachel."
My friend Lyn thought it was a great idea to get me hooked, causing my eyes to cross. OH GREAT. Just what I need - another reason to screw around. GOOD IDEA LYN. ;) I could be reading Socrates or writing poetry. But alas, I am cruising the internet for people that I knew in a different lifetime. Sweet.
Luckily, I've been able to contain myself during the workday as to not interfere with my highly efficient productivity (by the way, this has to be short because I'm playing golf today) and retain my employment. But my evenings are shot. Myspace = Mywasted evenings.
Last night I spent four, count them, FOUR hours on the stupid thing playing with the page format and searching for people that I haven't spoken to in years. And really, I have no desire to actually talk to these people again, but, sometimes it's good to see that I'm not the only one who has made a mockery out of my 20s.
But what I never realized is (even after watching all those Dateline specials) that it's a farkin' meat market! Even though my profile says that I'm on it for "friends and networking", I've been getting dozens of emails a day from woo-ful males throughout the greater LA area trying to get with this girl in pink. One guy even wrote me an in-depth email about his "sensual hands and lolling voice". Ewe. DELETE. Freak is probably a serial killer who hypnotizes and strangles his prey.
I see now why parents freak out about their kids rolling rampant and unsupervised through this whole new "world" of sorts - just inhabited with freaks and pervs. But as an adult (at least I play one by day), I am able to weed through them and make ample use of the delete button. Delete delete delete denied delete delete denied. And although I am currently addicted to the crack that is myspace, my kids will NEVER EVER EVER see the likes of the site (when they actually exist that is).
Ok, gotta check my email on myspace then go golf.
God help me (and my crossed eyes).
posted by Rach2LA @ 9:44 AM
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