myspacey

so, i have the myspacey photo (see screenright) and magdalene* kept hassling me, so i decided to set up a myspace page.

i hate myspace.

it's just so... so... meh! with the blah and the ugh. i just don't like it. i have a secret account that my family communicates through** and magdalene found me there and insisted that i make a public account that she could be a part of. i decided to sacrifice for my good friend so she could play on it and feel like she was a part of something bigger and better. aren't you sorry you made me do it now, magdalene?
so, anyway, i have to say that i hate it just a little less today for two reasons:

1. i've found like a zillion of my old high school friends on it, so that's pretty cool and
2. i got this lovely message in my inbox this morning:

"i dont know you, but i saw your page on here ms issues. u are very beautiful! do u like the cardinals?
my mom hates me becuz i like white ladies. i dont care becuz u are probly a lot stronger than her. if u fart by her she might hit u becuz she doesnt think white women hit back. i hope u would do it anyway if u want to. if my mom punched u, would u throw her down and do it again?

~shawn"

bestill my beating heart. i believe that bobby petronik has been replaced.

*(i said "CONT" to grimey, btw)
**hi sis's and mom!

open letter to neighbors

dear neighbors in unit #2,

hi there, we've never met. i'm your frustrated next door neighbor. how's it going? yeah, not so good over here.

here's my issue: i pay for two parking spots; one covered and one not. i, of course, use the covered spot and the other spot is not used regularly by me. this does not mean you can tell your friends it's ok to park there since the poor single mom next door doesn't use that spot herself and no one ever comes to visit her. i don't need you to remind me that i have no friends.

thanks!

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