Shambling into the Past
I just finished setting up my myspace page, which brings my web presence to four sites (livejournal, Blogger, Webpage). I'm going to need a P.A. to deal with them all––not that kind of P.A. you dirty birds. Who would have thought that writing was just as much a marketing gig as a creative outlet? I'm busted. My first friend request was quite hospitable, although she wanted to show me "things" and have me toss her salad. Was that inappropriate? I prefer blue cheese on mine.
Delete! Luckily, Joe swept in to keep Tom, the myspace tech, company.
This is the end. There shall be no further technological advances, I hereby decree. But don't be surprised if I show up at your myspace asking to be friends. In fact, expect it. Do the same to me.
Let's all force electronic friendships together.
Delete! Luckily, Joe swept in to keep Tom, the myspace tech, company.
This is the end. There shall be no further technological advances, I hereby decree. But don't be surprised if I show up at your myspace asking to be friends. In fact, expect it. Do the same to me.
Let's all force electronic friendships together.
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