I mean first it was addictive, I admit that. Really, I have never tried heroine or crack, but after the first couple of weeks of using MySpace, I can imagine how that would feel.
It's like you just have to see who just posted on your page. And then maybe if its one of those cool pics, maybe I can be the first to post it to my people and get some MySpace respect.
Or even better, just keep adding to my friends list. Please, I was never the prom queen but you would think with all the people hitting up my list, it was only because I couldn't decide which prom to be queen of.
And then, the most consuming part, was checking out everyone. You know, you see who is trying to scam who, check out those people you thought you knew, and flirt with the people you wish you knew. All that stuff you think could be bad, but it feels soo good. Kind of like the chocolate you know you shouldn't eat but you do anyway.
Well, its all fun until someone finds some old picture of you and posts it up on there page. Come on now, everyone has some history that needs to be just that, history. Lets just put the past in the past in the past. Like you have the right to post my stuff out there for everyone to see just because we were cool back in the day.
That's OK, everyone has some skeletons in their closet. And if I can't return the favor with a real picture, you better believe I will find a way to make a pic that looks real to make sure that person will need to delete their profile and start over...in a new state.
I mean come on, we were all young and crazy once right?
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