How I miss Myspace

I miss Myspace and I miss the excitement that it used to bring. Facebook is the ultimate messaging tool, but it's just so conservative that I don't feel like I can even communicate with people sometimes.

And it's also a let-down, because it doesn't actually have much content, given the number of users. Some people post hilarious shit, but most people don't do anything other than add applications.

Anyway...

I filled in a survey for Rinse FM this evening. And then set about downloading a load of old shows. I need a PC with a USB 2.0 port. This isn't even funny. No sooner do I start earning money, than I have to spend it all on mad shit, like a new PC (just for the USB port), or new glasses (just so I can continue to look like a geek), or new clothes (so I can look smart at work). It's all bullshit. All I really want is a new phone. If I can hold out another 2 years, I won't need to buy a new PC - I'll have everything I need on my phone....

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I made a potato and olive flan tonight. I spent a long time mooching around Sainsbury's in search of flan bases. Then collared some workers in the nicest possible manner. I'm so damn polite and entertaining, that these people actually like helping me. Witnessing me explain my life and ask for help is clearly quite an entertaining thing.

Anyway, the staff at the Colliers Wood Sainsbury's (one of the largest supermarkets in Europe, according to Wikipedia) are exceptionally friendly. The checkout staff are wonderful. And, so far, I don't think anyone of wholly British origin has dealt with me. I think there's something in that. Yes, I'm saying that ethnicity is what makes Britain lovely.

Words are falling out of my fingers here and I don't even know what I'm writing. My head is jumping around all over the place this evening. It's like 3 Chains of Gold, by Prince. That tune just goes everywhere. It's insanely good. I'm listening to it for the second time tonight.

And that's where this blog ends.

I don't think I swore once.