Oh, you clever little programmer bunnies, you. Listen Friendster, you might want to rethink. Everyone I know has already gone off in a total nerd panic and switched to anonymous viewing.
However, it was fleetingly hilarious to catch some guy from my junior high typing class or whatever, trying to discover what was currently up with the Governess. I see you, Matt! You cannot hide!
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More later. I drank some/slept little this weekend. Also, I saw Serenity (Nathan Fillion looks just like a friend of ours, and said friend is the kind of guy who would be SO CONFUSED IF I COMPARED HIM TO A SCI-FI character his head might explode, so I'm going to have to refrain from calling Dave "Mal." It will be hard), and bought earrings from a crafty bastard participant after making my hungover friends WALK to Ad-Mo. And came up with some pretty funny ideas for teeshirts.
Anyhoos. I'm planning on doing nothing but slowly sinking into my couch the rest of the week, a rotting, heaping pile of wasted flesh, watching the talkie box. I am tired, you see.
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despite its dc-wonky hipness and flirting potential, i am not so much with the friendster. nor, for that matter, are the rest of my friends/ co-workers, save one. go figure.
i have not looked at it for months, but then when NEW IMPROVED STALKY FEATURE! popped up last week, I couldn't resist.
yes i couldn't help feeling a bit smug when people i haven't talked to in a million years popped up having viewed me. people care about me!
Hmmm. It turns out that not past acquaintences but current DC beefcake types like my profile. I think I'm doing something wrong here. (Or something so, so right.)
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