What the Hell Is Wrong with Me?

So Monday, I grieved. Yesterday, I chilled - until Bobby spilled a cup of Espresso on my lap - in front of witnesses! Today, I'm bored to tears. What do I do?

I sign my ass up on MySpace.

Why? I mean, why did I do that? I go and look at it, and what do I see?

"Glenn has 1 friend." And he's the guy who welcomes the members. (Do you call "us" members? I don't know.)

Wha' up wi' dat? Isn't that pathetic?

What is MySpace for anyway?

Okay, so I did get hit on by some chick named Shameka. Three times.

That was scary.

But what does MySpace do?

Anybody?