Short and sweet so I can go to bed...

I think I finally figured out my problem with MySpace. I think my problem with MySpace is that it is basically your high school yearbook every day for as long as your faraway friends remember you and vice-versa. Most of the comments I get and have seen on other people's sites are things like "Hey, haven't talked to you in forever. Call me, k?" Sound familiar? Like, "School was crazy. Have a great summer. Call me. Stay cool." Or, maybe I'm just bitter because I'm not cool enough to have people post comments of any kind on my MySpace. Not that I visit it very often anyway...

Oh nevermind. I'm just a conflicted little boy trapped in a 25 year old's body. And this conflicted little boy is going beddy-bye.

Good night.