So it happened. Heather convinced me that signing up for a MySpace was practical. And hip. You have to be hip, right? I mean, who can live with just being original or unique?

There's no use whining about it, I suppose. From what I can tell, there are two kinds of people on the internet - those who hate MySpace, and those who use MySpace. There is no sub-category, no deeper description for the type of people who post here. I've seen it all thanks to SomethingAwful.com. You're either a tranny, a nerd, white trash, pseudo-gangsta, or an emo kid. Either way, you're something somebody will want to make fun of.

Shine on, you crazy diamonds.