Thursday, September 14, 2006

i strongly dislike myspace.

sorry adriel & heather & all those people that i like who have one.

it gives me a creepy feeling inside when i go to www.myspace.com

i have a 'space' that i created a long time ago in order to spy on other people's spaces (i was a paranoid stalker of a few people about a year ago)

but i'm over it & now it gives me the willies.

it gives me the willies like the same willies i get when i think about playing spin-the-bottle in the middle of the bike path at 3 in the morning when i was 16. slimy tounges and hands briefly placed where they never should be. cold, damp air making my nose run & my socks wet.

i just wanted to go back to courtney's and sleep soundly & warmly in her parent's gazeebo, wrapped in my sleeping bag, with the screen & glass door shut. listening to the crickets.

but it was 'fun', 'adventurous'...and there was a deep part of me that did want to see boys (they were cute for 16) while bundled in my hooded sweatshirt under the moonlight, embracing. and then at the slightest flash of headlights or sounds of strange feet restling, get the hell out of dodge. it made me feel alive.

myspace briefly made me feel young again, like i was doing something different and 'cool'. letting people know who i really was by listing all my favorite bands and posting 'candid' photos of myself.

but just like that feeling wore off & i resolved to stay home or stay back with the few non-participants, warm and soundly sleeping in the hard-floored gazeebo, i have resolved to say 'no' to myspace.