My New Addiction
Hello, my name is Crystal and I am a myspace-aholic. There I said it. Whew! I feel better.
No really. I realized that in the last two weeks I have not posted to my blog and I totally blame myspace. I am on it like all the time. I wake up and check myspace. I check it at least four times throughout the day and it is the last thing I do before I go to bed. This is sad.
I am on right now.
What is it about this insane little website that causes usually normal individuals to freak out?? Become addicted to it?? Check it all the time.
Truthfully, myspace is kind of like high school. All the cool kids have like 100,000 friends and you all talk to each other on a public forum and make bad jokes and argue about stupid stuff, yet there I am.
BAD BLOGGER! Traitor! Trust me, I am fully chastising myself for straying from the wonder that is REAL blogging.
The problem is, I think, that I can be whoever I want to be on myspace and no one can judge. I can't write EVERYTHING I think on here because, well, too many people know about this address. Think about it....my dad...reading all about my unusual sex life?? Um, no thank you. I do believe I would be to blame for the heart attack he would have and...HELLO? Could I ever face him without a blush again? I think not.
So, from now on I will double post everything that it appropriate for both sites and nothing that would give my grandfather fits....
No really. I realized that in the last two weeks I have not posted to my blog and I totally blame myspace. I am on it like all the time. I wake up and check myspace. I check it at least four times throughout the day and it is the last thing I do before I go to bed. This is sad.
I am on right now.
What is it about this insane little website that causes usually normal individuals to freak out?? Become addicted to it?? Check it all the time.
Truthfully, myspace is kind of like high school. All the cool kids have like 100,000 friends and you all talk to each other on a public forum and make bad jokes and argue about stupid stuff, yet there I am.
BAD BLOGGER! Traitor! Trust me, I am fully chastising myself for straying from the wonder that is REAL blogging.
The problem is, I think, that I can be whoever I want to be on myspace and no one can judge. I can't write EVERYTHING I think on here because, well, too many people know about this address. Think about it....my dad...reading all about my unusual sex life?? Um, no thank you. I do believe I would be to blame for the heart attack he would have and...HELLO? Could I ever face him without a blush again? I think not.
So, from now on I will double post everything that it appropriate for both sites and nothing that would give my grandfather fits....
