As I write this I've taken a break from accepting my friend request. It's extremely time consuming to accept a weeks worth of friends (about 2000), comment them, and deal with the stupid Captcha. So today I recieved a message from someone named Cassandra informing me that a friend of her's had passed. She assumed I was a friend of his since I was on his top 4. Which is natural for her to assume. However I didn't know him. Didn't know him at all or recognize his face from when I had added them. At this moment I have approximately 61660 friends with 800 pending. I know about 300 of them personally. There is maybe 50 people I talk to strictly online that I can consider myspace friends. The rest of the friends are just a number. I'm sure I could easily be friends with a lot of them. There is a lot of really interesting people that I exchange 1-3 messages with before I hit my 500 a day limit. But due to the lack of time I am unable to talk with a lot of them. I skim through my inbox for subject lines that grab my attention and skip the other ones. All I see is a subject line that doesn't interest me next a picture. From the death of Bobby Moore I came to the realization that the whole adding friends thing is shit.There is so many people I won't know and can't know. So many people doing things that I don't know about. The death rate is pretty high so I can only guess that there is others on my friends list who've also passed. It's sad. *shrugs* With the thought of this going on in my head I still want to carry on with tonight. I'm about to take off in a bit to get faded and consume my own body weight in carne asada. Life goes on. Sorry I never talked to you Bobby. Sorry I never talked to so many of you.