MySpace is full of dumb-butt peacockery.
Raise your hand if you agree.
Plus it's no fun, except for spying/stalking people you know/kinda know(due to the high number of members).
My entire family is on it, so it's nice to see what they're up to. But, lots of people can spy on ME too.
I'm trying to see how long I can go without logging in. I just glanced at my page though. J.M. wrote on my comments "Call me you stupid dirty ginger."
Good thing I haven't logged in in days, otherwise she'd think I was puposefully ignoring her. I guess I kinda am though, I just don't have the energy to say my peace nor pretend that I'm not sad at her. Yep, I'm a coward.
But I do have a hot pink wall.
Steak and zucchini for dinner.
The patience to wait until dusk for a bike ride so that I don't die of heat stroke/sun poisoning/melanoma in the 96Fuckin degree heat.
a couple hundred dollars saved already for Lollapalabalaba.
A cat that walks around yowling for no good reason (until you pick her up and roughhouse her. Then she starts purring).
I have to go pee.
Raise your hand if you agree.
Plus it's no fun, except for spying/stalking people you know/kinda know(due to the high number of members).
My entire family is on it, so it's nice to see what they're up to. But, lots of people can spy on ME too.
I'm trying to see how long I can go without logging in. I just glanced at my page though. J.M. wrote on my comments "Call me you stupid dirty ginger."
Good thing I haven't logged in in days, otherwise she'd think I was puposefully ignoring her. I guess I kinda am though, I just don't have the energy to say my peace nor pretend that I'm not sad at her. Yep, I'm a coward.
But I do have a hot pink wall.
Steak and zucchini for dinner.
The patience to wait until dusk for a bike ride so that I don't die of heat stroke/sun poisoning/melanoma in the 96Fuckin degree heat.
a couple hundred dollars saved already for Lollapalabalaba.
A cat that walks around yowling for no good reason (until you pick her up and roughhouse her. Then she starts purring).
I have to go pee.
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Plus it's no fun, except for spying/stalking people you know/kinda know(due to the high number of members).
How bout the first guy I ever fell head over heels for- enough to permanently carve his initials on the top of my right thigh- who is now a douchebag frat boy in California. What?