Dude, for a minute there I thought that said "inmate dating."
I was gonna post something serious, right, about Why the hell does every person in psychology think it is their Sworn Duty to Discourage Alle Others from Treading Heare? But as it turns out I'm instead going to write a rant about My Space.
My Space Rant:
1) God, there is about no content on My Space and it's painful to navigate.
2) My Space is completely addictive and a horrible way to spend potential quilting time.
3) Come ON people, post pictures of yourselves that are actually recognizable. Backlit: no. Closeup of your eyeball: no. Taken from 50 feet away: no. How in the hell am I supposed to judge you and your new life if I can't even tell who you are?
4) Dude! These people have kids! Aaugh!
5) Faced with grainy pictures and Friends who I recognize, I cannot think of a single person named "Steve" (or "Chris" or "Mike" or "Lesley") from my relatively small high school class. This is frustrating, though I refuse to pull out the old yearbooks.
My Space Rant:
1) God, there is about no content on My Space and it's painful to navigate.
2) My Space is completely addictive and a horrible way to spend potential quilting time.
3) Come ON people, post pictures of yourselves that are actually recognizable. Backlit: no. Closeup of your eyeball: no. Taken from 50 feet away: no. How in the hell am I supposed to judge you and your new life if I can't even tell who you are?
4) Dude! These people have kids! Aaugh!
5) Faced with grainy pictures and Friends who I recognize, I cannot think of a single person named "Steve" (or "Chris" or "Mike" or "Lesley") from my relatively small high school class. This is frustrating, though I refuse to pull out the old yearbooks.
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