No, I do not like your band and/or rap act.
Yes, I have enough friends
If you are a band and/or stranger here are some ground rules
(PLEASE READ FIRST BEFORE ADDING/MSGing ME!):
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PLEASE, do not try to add me. I'm keeping my friends list pretty slim and tidy these days. There are not many on my list I don't actually know. Most are actually (in some way or another) a friend or a band I've seen live at least a hand full of times. If you are a friend of a friend, feel free to reach out. (I don't mean a friend of a friend of a friend, but an actual direct friend of somebody I actually know.
I'm not looking for love on myspace. I promise you.
I won't listen to your myspace music and send you some "luv". This place is oversaturated with mediocrity and I'm not keen on sifting through it all to find gems. Bad music makes me irritable.
I like maybe 10 hip hop artists total. Just because I'm black does not mean your rap will convert me into a ghetto music groupie.
Your emails smell like spam to me. Don't try sellin me any of your shit. I'm not buyin.
If I like your music, I will surely find you on my own.
Yes, I live in Santa Monica. No, I will not come to your show. I don't go to many shows anymore. When I do, I'm usually in the company of my 12 year old neice.
You say it sounds like something on my music list. But I assure you it's probably God awful.
If your band is already on my myspace music list, bring it -- I already think you're rad.
If I reach out to you, well -- that's different.
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Everyone else will be ignored and live in "Pending friends requst" purgatory.
You're welcome to subscribe whomever you are.
Please do not request to be on my preferred list. That gossip and drama is reserved for close friends only.
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I love cruising Myspace on bad grammar hunts. I'm doing a seminar on shift+key press in hopes I might eliminate the capitalization problem that's sweeping the nation. Click here, sign up now! Change your life.
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OMG, your hair is so beautiful I just want to brush it. Wanna go throw up?
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Fuckery. I lose my glasses everywhere I go. I'm not really bitter and mean, though a lot of what I write could be taken that way. I'm just observant. Sometimes pointing out the obvious is just plain funny.
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I'm waiting for my picture of me saying hello to pirate pete, until then... dot dot dot.
We set sail in special ways.
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Derka derka, Mohammed Jihad. Baka sherpa-sherpa. Abaka-la.
After a long day of training, the freedom fighters set off on their mission.
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Nothing says yummy
Like a plate full of Communisim.
Slamdunkness!
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DISCLAIMER -- DISCLAIMER. Oh, that was poetic license?
Sometimes I get a little carried away. But, that's what makes it fun.
"...it was like getting thrown out of the car in a terrible accident. You hit a tree, but you never saw it coming."
Dane Cook says, "One thing I can't stand is a girl who exaggerates. There was a fire and there was like 1,000 firefighters there. WHAT? 1,000? That's too many fire fighters. You got home and took a 100 hour nap? That's a coma. Okay, now I can follow. You took a coma after work. That's a pretty good coma."
I often have 1,000 fire fighters at my fires. And, I take a coma almost every day. Now, back to some poetic license.
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Cos, I'm a grade A classy bitch. I had to take this quiz as confirmation that I am indeed a FORCE. F - O - R - C - E. Ah, get in line ... boys? *crickets*
Take the quiz: "What Laguna Beach Girl would you be?"
Kristin
Your a bossy person, your a straight up person. You tell it like it is. Your Hot & boys love you. Not many people like you but you dont care because their just jealous !
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Hmm... I wonder how accurate those quizzes are. :D. How dare they dissect and pass judgment on my personality with fragmented sentences! You're, your -- does anybody pay copywriters or proof readers anymore? I guess it doesn't matter, I can read stupid and/or blonde. Fuck you, quiz. You don't know anything about me.
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Alright, I've already said too much.