Yes, for stupid reasons known only to the chosen few, I have a MySpace page. I don't need one, it's silly, I already have a blog and a couple of web sites and email addresses out the wazoo, but there ya go. The pull of MySpace is stronger than gravity.
Lately, I admit, I am spending way too much time playing with my profile, on MySpace.
I should grow the heck up, already.
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you can ask Son #1 to help you learn how to grow up...it seems that he is already grown up and should be allowed to stay at home alone! I know that when I was his age, I sure did know everything.
Hubby fixed the whole Son #1 thing. How, you ask? He slipped him $50, and told him to shut up already and have his grandparents drop him off at the mall.
I had a MySpace page...for about 2 minutes. Then I got scared and deleted it.
Andrea, you are a chicken.
Bok! bok! bok! bucGAH!
oh, I am with Andrea...I am totally scared of MySpace. I am mostly scared that if I get one, I will become obsessed with it and never leave the chair in front of the computer.
Super Chicken to you!
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