I have a confession to make.
I used to blog on Myspace.
I know, I know. What a tit.
The thing about Myspace: it’s distracting. It’s shiny. And it’s great for short attention spans. Me likey.
But the blogging community on Myspace – it’s the public high school of blogging. It’s easy to get caught up in all the bickering, drama, tear jerking farewells, general jackassery, and friend collecting that goes on.
Me? Well… there are only a few personalities I like on Myspace. I tend to ignore most. But it’s getting harder to do with the “LOOK AT ME, OH GOD PLEASE PAY ATTENTION TO ME” stunts. Some people spend so much time on Myspace their ass has fused to their chair; their comments are littered across the site like Cheeto bags in Britney Spears’ house.
I admit - the train wrecks are spectacular. I can’t look away. I. MUST. READ.
And mock and ridicule. Of course.
Lately though, my mocking and ridiculing has been done in the privacy of my own home. I’m tired of the three ring circus. It’s overplayed.
Stick a fork in me. I’m done.
So here I am.
Hello, wider world.
