I have 11 friends.
How do I know?
Sometimes I amaze myself at the stupid crap I insist on participating in online. What's next, 100 Things About Me?
I can't believe I spent valuable waking hours filling in this lame online warehouse for vanity and insecurity.
I'm firmly convinced that anyone with a MySpace profile past age 25 should be brought up on charges.
Anyone with a MySpace blog past age 16 should be chemically castrated. Or at least strapped down and made to watch "Mannequin" for a week straight. Hey, it worked for Andrew McCarthy.
What am I doing with my life?
Oh. Right. Wasting it.
Sheesh.
Wow, Mannequin. So very bad.
I'd forgotten it ever existed.
Posted by: Mike at March 12, 2006 10:45 PMwho set up the Rhonda Storms myspace? Nearly fell off my chair from laughing so hard.
Posted by: Laura at March 13, 2006 09:20 PMwell now you've got 12.
I blame it on the blogging. I wanted more superfriends to lead toward justice, you know?
Posted by: jolie at March 14, 2006 04:49 PMMy Space, I did it too, but I think I have all of two friends. I'm too old and bitchy to network with half the motherfuckers in the My Space realm. Anyhoo, I'm now one of your friends and I don't like people much so um, bravo, bitch. [ovary implodes] the end.
Posted by: Cupie at March 15, 2006 01:51 AM