Can't...stop...checking...out...my...myspace...page...
Addictive...personality...
Must...check...page...five...hundred...times...per...minute.
The question burns in my brain.
"Did I change my profile or settings since the last time I checked??" I mean, I don't know
how that could be possible, but what if it is anyway? What if I posted something interesting and I just didn't remember doing it? The uncertainty is crushing. I should probably just check to make sure.
(...Nope).
Yeah, but what about right now?
(...Still nope).
Computers are so great, aren't they? They really help me to use my time more efficiently by speeding up the rate at which I am able to check, check, check, check, check one, two, check my profile, admire my reflection in this amazing online mirror. Oh, look! It's me! Wait. Is it still me? It is? Yaaay!
Can't stop... Cyber narcissism...is taking on...world-wide proportions...
Can't stop eating these chips I invented, either -- even though they're terrible. Maybe
this time
they'll be delicious!
Ew, no.
I wonder if any pirates will respond to this blog entry. I hope my stereotypically bearded, be-hooked, be-bandana-ed representation of a person with ravaging/plundering capabilities doesn't offend those of a more delicate piratical nature. Or if it does, I hope they post a comment about it!
Gosh. What if a pirate posted a comment on my myspace page
while I was posting this blog. Arrrr my God! What if I missed it? What will I do? What a dilemma!
Maybe I can superglue my eyeballs to the computer screen when I go to sleep tonight so that I'll know right away if anyone posts anything. That way, I won't miss any of the excitement of riding on the information superhighway baby, all night long.
Life is good. OCD is better.