Whatever. MySpace isn't going to suck me in and get me to publish my life, I know why I'm here, and you should too. Think about it, MySpace seems innocent enough at first until you start to obsess, and at that point you've invested yourself in it, and it's now your very own online you-god, so you get all proud and vain and shit. Then bam! There you are judging all these random people you haven't even met, getting spam from porn-bots and wasting your time looking into other peoples lives like a voyeur to see who they 'really are'. Or you start reaching out to strangers like a peeping 'Tom' (MySpace pun intended), tapping on the virtual window of their computer screens to see how they'll react. We've all seen it if we've been on MySpace for even a week. It can create a perversion of sorts, or at least facilitate the shit. Then you look up and you've got nothing to show for the last however many hours. Well?! It can happen......What was the question again? Oh, yeah, I'd like to meet a sugar-momma who will explore the wonders of tantric sex with me as I take her virginity on a secluded beach by her million-dollar lake house in Italy. There, I said it. Now piss off.