You look better on Myspace, I like You attitude on FB, and Your Halarious on Twitter

What is going ON that people need to use an internet personality. I feel like everyone is trying to be a graphic designer with all the bejeweled and picnic'd pictures. How will we know when we see you in person when you photoshopped Megan Good's face on your size 14 body? Is it okay, that you have a whole album that looks like a flip book because all you did was move your head a few times and change your hair? I'm on picture 54/79 and you STILL have the same outfit on... who is your photographer ...your stylist? What kills me; CAPTIONS. You have to have that lyric from that song before some one else, or you have to have the most messed up typed captions complimenting yourself on something. There is this person DANIEL*, that has his myspace name tattooed on himself, name-plated jewelery of his myspace name, and this myspace polished swag. If he takes a picture, its for myspace. If you talk to him, its in myspace talk, in fact the one thing he doesn't do, is wear his password on a shirt.

I could be judging him, but when the only thing you do, is tweek your page everyday to fit your mood, or you successful have a pack of myspace haters that you will probably never meet or a billion females trying to own your pictures, it could give you some confidence - but not in the streets.

Myspace should have a catergory, "Break out person of the month". That would go to the person who is undressed the most all of a sudden and has a lot of 'friends' all of a sudden, and is very hip with the myspace talk, all of a sudden.

Facebook is used for self expression. Have you ever noticed that someone had the same sad ass status' for like a week now. Without even asking you know that they're having problems. Facebook is also the newest girlfriend spy kit. DON'T think that you can add that girl you just met at the club the other day, your girl is going to scout her out. && DON't let your girlfriend realize that she has a myspace -its a wrap. Tagging someone was the way to say to the world, "Look, i do cool shit all the time, and here is proof!"

The race between boys and girls to get there accounts noticed, among millions of other is getting out of hand. At one point this social networking sites were for people who knew each other to talk, not to meet a stranger then get kidnapped, raped, marry them, have a child, or any of the extremities that are happening.

++ CONFESS: I'm just noticing that this craze is dying down,BUT to turn into video-chat junkies/whores. Its crazy how the internet changes the way people interact with each other everyday..

SHOUT OUT TO: TOM FROM MYSPACE & THE DEVELOPERS OF FACEBOOK!

I SWEAR i just told you i was Gay?!

Its a crazy world out there! Its even crazier for the women who meet men who just don't get it! Many a nights I do what college students should be doing; nothing. But not this night, i decided i would go out with a friend, that i promised i wouldn't go out with anymore -but hey, it was something to do. We hangout with our friends and decide that we would get some food & basically lurk and creep around in various spots. We managed to get our food but only creep in one spot. Little did we know that we were the one being watched! This young man (AKIL*) pulled in the spot next to us, got out the car to get some of OURS fries, asked for my friends (ABBY*) number, hopped back into his car and dipped!

Before the car pulled completely out of my sight, i saw a boy (AARON*) staring H A R D at me. I was an uncomfortable stare and I was hoping i wouldn't have to chill with them anytime soon to find out what that was about. JUST MY LUCK.

GETTING TO THE POINT!

ABBY* & AKIL* started texting immediately. In conclusion and to my despise, we were going to continue this night (that should have ended after we ate) at AKIL's house, with his friend with the laser eyes, AARON*. We get to the house, and Abby & Akil are all loved up coupled up like they've been dating for years, then go 'talk' in the bedroom. I'm sitting on the far couch hoping that i can simply just fall asleep and call it a night, but NOT the case!
I'm spending 20 minutes at a time, fighting AARON* off from stroking my lips, yes my LIPS, with his finger telling me how soft they are. Countless times did i have to move his hands from where they shouldn't be. Finally, i couldn't take it. I was trying to think of any excuse, any at all to make this moron go away.

"I, uh, am tired, stop" ..fail

"You got a boogie?" ..i don't smoke tobacco

"..Your making me uncomfortable, You penis is too close to... I'M F*CKIN GAY!"

I thought that would work. I swore it would. It only led to more questions. Are you really gay? why didn't you tell me that before? -he's right, i should have worn a name tag... wtf? It didn't do anything but motivate him more to pursue Me. Finally, i told him that was the smallest penis i ever did see, and that if i wasn't 'gay' that certainly wouldn't work.

Thats when he stepped off.

Why do men have to sometimes be brutally talked to for them to get the point? Why is it that, No can't just be enough. I only ask, because there are not enough men, and far too many boys. Gentlemen, simply learn to pick up on all hints, direct & indirect.

++ I CONFESS: that i am not gay && that AARON on any other day would have floated my boat, but persistance isn't always a good quality. He didn't have a small d*ck at all, but that narrow thing hanging out by me all uninvited was not cute.