RaveSpace
I've logged in over 10 hours on MySpace during the past 5 hours. The addiction is uncontrolable.
The frenzy is ridiculous and absurd. Is it possible to have 4032 friends? Are you really friends with Carl Cox? Are you really friends with Justin Timberlake? Are you really friends with ME? How and why is MySpace so much more popular than Friendster? Is it the name? What about MyFace? Or MyCock?
Even after the realization of how much wasted time I've spent on MySpace back in Oct, I continue to spend hours upon hours finding long lost friends and classmates. Some have kids, some are married, some are still single, some are barely alive and some are currently at a rave ... Fantasia 142 to be precise. I, on the other hand, am unemployeed, not married, don't have kids (as far as I know), and have retired from the "scene."
Which brings me to change ... My new year's resolution is to return to my old self. C.A.K.E. for me! I'll bust out the old skewl fashion style of wearing the baggiest pair of jeans I can get my hands on with a pacifier wrapped around my neck (underneath my shirt of course .. don't want that out in the open!). Remember, I don't do glow sticks!! I plan to attend a huge "party," arrive when the doors open and leave when the last record is spun. Somewhere between the first and last record, I'll candyflip and spend my 8 hours running treats from one handler to the next while avoiding any confrontation with the infamous BTS. I'll hand out flyers for upcoming events for friendly promotion companies. I find a corner to "rock a hole" with a cute female stranger. At the first moment that I regain consciousness, I'll be alone dripping wet of sweat and God knows what else. When all is said and done, I'll proceed to sleep for 36 hours and occasionally get out of bed for a drink of water, piss and to check the pupils. When Thursday rolls around, I'll find the local joint that "bangs the box" for a pre-weekend session. By the time Sat rolls around, I'll be at the closest record store buying tickets to the next massive. And round and round I'll go, awaiting for Boo (Fall), I Have A Dream (Winter), and Believe (New Year's event) to roll around.
I've obviously hit a nerve somewhere in the corner of my spine that held some old LSD. Lots of flashbackin' today that stems from MySpace surfing. It really is out of control! My box is bung.
The frenzy is ridiculous and absurd. Is it possible to have 4032 friends? Are you really friends with Carl Cox? Are you really friends with Justin Timberlake? Are you really friends with ME? How and why is MySpace so much more popular than Friendster? Is it the name? What about MyFace? Or MyCock?
Even after the realization of how much wasted time I've spent on MySpace back in Oct, I continue to spend hours upon hours finding long lost friends and classmates. Some have kids, some are married, some are still single, some are barely alive and some are currently at a rave ... Fantasia 142 to be precise. I, on the other hand, am unemployeed, not married, don't have kids (as far as I know), and have retired from the "scene."
Which brings me to change ... My new year's resolution is to return to my old self. C.A.K.E. for me! I'll bust out the old skewl fashion style of wearing the baggiest pair of jeans I can get my hands on with a pacifier wrapped around my neck (underneath my shirt of course .. don't want that out in the open!). Remember, I don't do glow sticks!! I plan to attend a huge "party," arrive when the doors open and leave when the last record is spun. Somewhere between the first and last record, I'll candyflip and spend my 8 hours running treats from one handler to the next while avoiding any confrontation with the infamous BTS. I'll hand out flyers for upcoming events for friendly promotion companies. I find a corner to "rock a hole" with a cute female stranger. At the first moment that I regain consciousness, I'll be alone dripping wet of sweat and God knows what else. When all is said and done, I'll proceed to sleep for 36 hours and occasionally get out of bed for a drink of water, piss and to check the pupils. When Thursday rolls around, I'll find the local joint that "bangs the box" for a pre-weekend session. By the time Sat rolls around, I'll be at the closest record store buying tickets to the next massive. And round and round I'll go, awaiting for Boo (Fall), I Have A Dream (Winter), and Believe (New Year's event) to roll around.
I've obviously hit a nerve somewhere in the corner of my spine that held some old LSD. Lots of flashbackin' today that stems from MySpace surfing. It really is out of control! My box is bung.
posted by dc @ 3:24 PM
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