cookoo for myspace

So, I've joined the MySpace bandwagon officially. I'm all about it, it seems. I can't believe the hold that it has on me. First of all, there's immense pressure to have a page that looks good and represents me. You need the right music, the right background, a hot photo that isn't too seductive, some glittery shit.. I'm not even sure what all of the rules are yet. But from the looks of it, the more digital junk you can pile on without reducing the load time to an hour, the better. I still haven't seen my one of my friends' page because I never have the patience to wait for it. This is my real friend, not a myspace fake friend, which leads me to the most interesting part of my space, well the second most interesting part -- people who have celebrity friends.

No doubt, I have Little Brother as my friend, but I actually know one of them. And they're not quite A-list anyway (damn shame). You won't catch Pharrell or Jay-Z on my MySpace page, unless I meet them and they say "yo hit me up on myspace." And why the hell would they say that? It's just crazy. People have all these friggin' celebs on their pages, like whateva!

But, it's kinda like crack. I actually heard myself talking about my page on the phone earlier today. Like, discussing how many friends I have (5 with 2 pending..) and that I've added a photo of my cat. How lame!! First, I watch dreadful reality TV shows and try to make sense of them, and now, I speak openly about myspace. Look at me, I'm professing my wackness right now.

Anyway, no matter how lame and late I've arrived to this party, myspace is a problem. I spent far too much valuable time yesterday hooking up my page, talking to friends and reading the pages of my friends, only to click on a link to another friend from high school and start talking to them.. see how this works? And then, when I finally get back to my real life and check my personal email, there are messages from Myspace begging me to return because someone sent me a note. Not to mention the pressure that I'm under to make as many F-in friends as possible.. So as not to seem like bigger loser than I already must be to give a shit in the first place.

I can only promise not to be or have any myspace jumpoffs. That's where I draw the line. But recently a young lady I know was telling me that she was hanging with a myspace friend. In fact, she'd invited me to this hangout, but failed to mention this was a myspace first-time meet and greet. I missed it by accident. And surprisingly, he turned out to be a pretty strange guy in person. The things he did could never come across on the computer or in emails. At least they hung out in a group.