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May. 4th, 2007
(While this has nothing to do with fandom, I feel the message of my icon still applies.)
I consider MySpace primarily a self-updating address book with pictures and an occasional message. That occasional message of course being "89% PuRiTy TeSt!!!!!!" and "LOOK HOW I MAKE $$$$$ TYPING FROM HOME" and "THIS REALLY WORKS!"
Recently, somebody I sorta knew in high school though was never terribly crazy about posted a message with the subject "I don't care how many friends I lose over this" and like an idiot, I thought it might actually have to do with her personally, and something bad may have happened to her. I clicked the link.
( Sometimes I've been to crying for unborn children that might've made me complete )
Maybe it's because of the recent SCROTUS crap, or because I'm stressed with moving and arguing with simple people gives me sweet relief, maybe it's the knowledge that at one point in my life I would've passed around the same thing, but I decided that maybe I could talk sense to her. (I also like passing around the snopes.com links to stupid meme bulletins about don't pump gas on May 15 or be on the lookout for child x and so on. I'm an asshole like that.) She didn't lie when she said she didn't care about losing friends, because earlier today I was defriended. I think it was when I compared her husband to a Nazi, maybe.
( Warning: the poetic fetus above has better grammar than she. )
I consider MySpace primarily a self-updating address book with pictures and an occasional message. That occasional message of course being "89% PuRiTy TeSt!!!!!!" and "LOOK HOW I MAKE $$$$$ TYPING FROM HOME" and "THIS REALLY WORKS!"
Recently, somebody I sorta knew in high school though was never terribly crazy about posted a message with the subject "I don't care how many friends I lose over this" and like an idiot, I thought it might actually have to do with her personally, and something bad may have happened to her. I clicked the link.
( Sometimes I've been to crying for unborn children that might've made me complete )
Maybe it's because of the recent SCROTUS crap, or because I'm stressed with moving and arguing with simple people gives me sweet relief, maybe it's the knowledge that at one point in my life I would've passed around the same thing, but I decided that maybe I could talk sense to her. (I also like passing around the snopes.com links to stupid meme bulletins about don't pump gas on May 15 or be on the lookout for child x and so on. I'm an asshole like that.) She didn't lie when she said she didn't care about losing friends, because earlier today I was defriended. I think it was when I compared her husband to a Nazi, maybe.
( Warning: the poetic fetus above has better grammar than she. )