A Myspace Poem

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I am a little addicted to Myspace. I know, I know. I’m 25 NOT 16. But for me the site serves as a “Where are they now” kind of updater and I love this. I love getting friend requests by people I barely knew in high school, all of whom are under the impression that since I live in New York, I must be doing something famous and of course, my regualr hangout spots are Times Square and Bungalow 8.

But mostly Myspace is just a black hole that I fall into when I should be doing real work. I don’t use it as a meeting tool but I do get a lot of requests to “holla at a playa” and “hit a brotha up” or many inquiries as to “how I gots to be so pretty.”

So naturally, I love signing on an finding this:

The sluttier the pic I have set as my main profile picture, the crazier these new messages are. I’ve had this pic up for a while so my new messages were far and few between.

But then I put up this one for like a day over Christmas break

And this was in my inbox the next morning.

I just had to share. I mean, IT RHYMES. PS–I don’t know this guy who sent this. We have no friends in common and I am sure he just searched for “Fun” and “karaoke” and I must have come up. Or maybe “beauty queen.”

I was thinking about calling him and saying that I’m 15. And that I was just wondering if that would put a damper on me being his Miss Universe.

Welcome 2007!!