I finally got around to deleting my MySpace account the other day. Look, if you think that's bad, I didn't delete my Friendster account until I started writing this post. Oh, you don't remember Friendster? Shut up.
Back to my MySpace post. Before I deleted the account, I went through my old "blog" posts and found three that were worth saving. Possibly worth sharing, too, but that's up to y'all, I suppose.
Indulge me for a moment. I promise, it's super short.
From the annals of MySpace
Back to my MySpace post. Before I deleted the account, I went through my old "blog" posts and found three that were worth saving. Possibly worth sharing, too, but that's up to y'all, I suppose.
Indulge me for a moment. I promise, it's super short.
From the annals of MySpace
September 18, 2006
Current mood:weird
Okay, so I'm walking Boomer on this long walk by on the ocean trail to get him some extra exercise. It's been a half hour, so we cross Oceanview to walk back home on the sidewalk. I'm working on his training, making him stop at every crosswalk, etc. Well, he is not really wanting to sit at this one corner, so I am patiently waiting for him sit. This construction worker, complete with long silver curly hair is talking as he's walking past me. It actually took me a minute to register that he was actually talking to me. "Nature don't make no mistake. Your mama did you right, girl." I guess I need to call Joye and thank her for doing me right. I'll do it right after I bathe the dirty creeped out feeling off of me.
