So, MySpace deleted my picture. It was poo. Poo that somehow violated the terms of use.

WHAT??

The MySpace security bots sent me a sweet little message telling me that they had to delete the picture of my crap because some 14-year-old kid might come across my profile by chance. I dunno, I guess they’ll get traumatized by it. Okay, let’s get this straight, watching 2 Girls 1 Cup or the great BME Olympics is definitely traumatizing. But seeing a picture of poo? It’s gross but not life changing.

I just find their rules to be a bit off. I have friends who have pictures of their butts and half-naked bodies, but they’ve never been threatened to have their ‘Space deleted. I find it hypocritical that they would give me a slap on the wrist for a picture that is virtually harmless. I mean, you’re just seeing crap, you aren’t sitting there taking great big ol’ whiffs!

Even though I feel like I just got jilted by my lover, I refuse to delete my MySpace.

With all their whacked out one-sided rules, I am conflicted by my addiction to the site. Forget Facebook, or Moco, or any of the other generic [or maybe even original] blogging, friend messaging, picture sharing sites ‘cause, baby, I would rather “lol” and “ttyl” on MySpace than on yo’ momma’s cell phone.

Anytime I’m away from the computer, you can count on me to find one because I need to check my messages at least 20 times a day. Plus, it’s fun to change your profile themes and add music to your page which, for me, beats AIM by at least two feet.

But then my MySpace addiction turned creepy when I began to like my friends more on MySpace rather than in person.

I also started thinking that the songs on my page were specifically my theme songs. Like I was a walking MySpace page. Yeah, I was becoming the chick with dark bags under my eyes and pupils that wouldn’t dilate. I’m better now that I’m sort of overcoming my infatuation with the site. But I still think that it was purposeful, my addiction to the cultish like site and its cultish like followers [like my has been ass!].

They MEANT for me to denounce my family, religion and friends because in the grand scheme of things they need for us to be addicted. MySpace for five years now has been trying to build an army of zombified people who will delete you from their friends list should you ever think of anything bad about Tom or any of Tom’s cronies.

Will I ever fully recover from my “disease?” I’m unsure at this point but in the end myspace is just another [para]site trying to suck in the youth and turn them into mindless zombies. Break away!!
—Janet Lagto