Ok, maybe I'm not that funny...
Lucky for me, I haven't ventured off into the world of comedy yet. No harm, no fowl. Comedy's for the birds anyway. (See how clever I just became. Get it? Fowl. Birds. No? Thanks for killing my dream guys.)
Let's change the subject while I still have some dignity.
So, I started this myspace account and I feel like a traitor. Blogger.com made me. I got my start right here on this site. I owe them as much of my attention as possible.
But, there's a new horizon ahead folks. A place where 14 year old boys will send me messages (this has happened and I'm afraid it's a setup.) A place where I can connect with long lost classmates...
Wait. I actually prefer to not randomly "bump" into people from my past. Out of sight - out of mind. And I've done some weird things in my day.
But, you know what? No need to worry because those days don't define me. Those days were such a small part of my life compared to adulthood. I'll soon be twenty-five and I love that age. This year will mark the beginning of an excellent career and every decision made from this point on will serve the purpose of fulfilling my goal to own a home, complete my college education, and have sex with a stripper (male or female - I don't care).
But, I digress. We were discussing myspace.com right? Aww, enough about that crap. I'm only using it to "network" and obtain client acquisition for my job.
I know. Every adult on myspace is using it to "network." Yeah, right. Meanwhile your profile picture is a naked shot of you in a thong with your booty in the air. And that's just the guys.
Let's change the subject while I still have some dignity.
So, I started this myspace account and I feel like a traitor. Blogger.com made me. I got my start right here on this site. I owe them as much of my attention as possible.
But, there's a new horizon ahead folks. A place where 14 year old boys will send me messages (this has happened and I'm afraid it's a setup.) A place where I can connect with long lost classmates...
Wait. I actually prefer to not randomly "bump" into people from my past. Out of sight - out of mind. And I've done some weird things in my day.
But, you know what? No need to worry because those days don't define me. Those days were such a small part of my life compared to adulthood. I'll soon be twenty-five and I love that age. This year will mark the beginning of an excellent career and every decision made from this point on will serve the purpose of fulfilling my goal to own a home, complete my college education, and have sex with a stripper (male or female - I don't care).
But, I digress. We were discussing myspace.com right? Aww, enough about that crap. I'm only using it to "network" and obtain client acquisition for my job.
I know. Every adult on myspace is using it to "network." Yeah, right. Meanwhile your profile picture is a naked shot of you in a thong with your booty in the air. And that's just the guys.
posted by Mary at 6:14 PM
2 Comments:
My profile pic isn't me wearing a thong, half naked w/ a booty in the air... that was so last year! Good to see you back on here, haven't been on here in a while, nice to see that you're still pretty zany :-)
Let's "network", (c'mon Sunshine, it was only a matter of time before you succombed to the pressure that is known as Myspace.com), haha, click on my name, if you may, take care, and tty soon.
Um, isn't that the truth..
How u doin'... LOL
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