Damn You, Myspace!

So I finally broke down and created a myspace page. I always talked shit about people and their myspace pages, referring the the website as "the new blackplanet" except now EVERYONE is on that piece. I will now be subject to the receipt of random messages by random people, along with being subject to the possibility of being contacted by people I haven't seen or spoken to in the last 10 years.

The only reason I created a profile was because I ran across someone that I hadn't talked to in several years, and I wanted to hit that person up. The damn website will allow you to view a person's page, but it strong-arms you into creating a profile before you can send that person a message.

I decided at first to create a really brief general profile so that I could send my friend a message. But then the vanity in me came out when I began to think, "I should post a picture of myself so people can see how fabulous I am." My reasoning was, hey, if people I haven't seen in years do decide to look me up on myspace, I want them to see how good I look. I don't want them to assume I'm busted now. So yes, I admit that I part of me created a profile simply to say, "Look at me now, bitches!"

And as much as I don't want to admit it, myspace is a good place to meet people. Although, I probably won't meet my next ex-boyfriend on there. Well, maybe. Because everybody and their damn mama has a myspace page and I may run into someone I know.

Well, I'm off now. I'm going to try to add some friends to my list. Ciao!