The World Wide Web awaits you, with all its wonders and stupidity.
Why not join the rest of us deveopmentally-challenged, if you haven’t already? Besides reading this blog, I mean. No, really. I mean it.
Have a twittergasm.
Make more friends than just Tom.
Digg something besides your old vinyl. Digg is pretty groovy.
You don’t have to be just one of the pompous “literati.” Try joining the “Technorati” instead. We’re a lot more fun.
Get the picture?
-elizabeth
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Look! Feed me!Me: Mother. Picture-Drawer. Blogger. SuperWoman. Tired.
Everything you read on this blog is actually true. As in, this is a genuine, non-fiction blog. Generally, I don't name names when the parties concerned are (a) related to me and/or (b) under the age of majority, and therefore no matter how funny they are, unable to give their informed consent to have their hilarious but true commentary on the ridiculousness of life publicized globally. I do, however, skirt the issue of crediting them by admitting it was not ME who came up with their jokes, but "some kid." (Works for most of us.)
Who needs more friends, if you’ve got Tom???
You GET that I mean “Tom From MySpace,” right? Not any Tom I know personally. The first and automatic friend you get when you sign up for the service.
It’s sort of considered sad and lonely if you’re on MySpace for any length of time and you haven’t made any other friends besides the famous “Tom.”
Considering all the sad and lonely weirdos lurking on MySpace who have all that sad and lonely time on their hands, smoking bowls and clicking their mouse, just trolling the Net, adding friends to their profile.
Although I must admit, in full disclosure, that I have been on MySpace for so long that my password doesn’t even have to have numbers in it.
James Thurber~ There is no safety in numbers or in anything else.