I'm sure I've probably mentioned that I have an almost unhealthy addiction to Myspace. Though, since I mentioned it last, I've hit a record high of addiction.

You see, the other night, I had this dream/nightmare, and in it my Myspace had been hacked, and it had been messed up. I'm talking REALLY fucked up. My first instinct, upon waking from this horrible nightmare, was, "SHIT, what am I going to do?" But then, I realized it was a dream, and everything became sound again, and the nation was taken off of crisis mode. Because, if my Myspace was ever deleted, the goverment had BETTER declare it a national emergency, because God only knows what destruction I would cause from going mentally insane.

It was almost a bit embarrassing telling my friends about it, as I'm starting to get to the point where I'M almost ashamed of how dedicated (to put it nicely) I am to MySpace. Shelby basically just died laughing, to the point where her dead, decaying corpse would probably still be laughing in a graveyard somewhere. When I told Audra, it went something like this:

"I just realized, I have a problem."

"With what?"

"With MySpace. I'm addicted. I had this dream/nightmare the other night that my Myspace got hacked, and I was like freaking out about it, because it was REALLY fucked up."

"WOW."

"Then I woke up, and first said to myself, 'SHIT, what am I going to DO??,' and then I told myself, 'WOW, do I have a problem.'"

"Really? You have a problem? I didn't notice..."

And so I leave you with this note:

MySpace, the newer, better Meth.