Come on, people! Friend me! How else can I judge my worth?

In return I promise not to send you endless messages about my great real estate opportunities, my seminars on how to feel really good about yourself, or offers of pictures of me that “MySpace won’t let me post.” I won’t post animated graphics in your comments. I don’t have MySpace’s IM service installed, so you’re safe from me there, too. Any bulletins I send will be rare and relevant. My own page will neither blink excessively, play any music at all, or contain color combinations that cause cancer in rats.

Which rather begs the question, what do I use MySpace for, anyway. But the answer is clear.

To collect friends. So get going.

Updated: I hit the 1,000 mark. And you can really tell the difference, I actually feel more loved. I’m all shivery now.

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