The Deal with MySpace

Okay, here's why I'm never on MySpace and I miss all the glad tidings y'all sling my way: We have mollasses-slow DSL at the house and it takes like 8 minutes to load a single MySpace page. I'm not sure why MySpace in particular is so turtle-y, but it is.

On August 30 we move to our new pad (the Chateau Far Out) and get cable internet, just like normal people. And I PROMISE I will start logging in more regularly, approving new friends, and wishing people a *HAPPY B-DAY!!!!!111!!!!* in their comments, complete with garish sparkly graphics. The possibilities are endless.

If Lindsay can find time to do it, than I certainly can.