If you don't like to be reminded of how you used to be, what you used to say, who you used to say it to, well, don't check your inbox on MySpace. But if you're like me and get a kick out of it all, by all means, treat yourself to a nostalgic trip like no other (assuming you used MySpace messaging at any period of your social network upbringing). My inbox dates back to September 2005, over 3 years ago. While little has changed physically (lost the wee bit of body/baby fat I had when I decided to quit meat), it feels like I'm reading the messages of a stranger.
Well, I did it. This entry has that mushy, coming of age tone that I warned myself of beforehand, swearing to prohibit and avoid at all costs. But how could you when you're rambling on such a topic?
Anyway, I definitely recommend it to anyone who may have some fun stuff to read. Enjoy and let me know if it was as good for you as it was for me. Excuse the perversity.
1 comments:
I've always found nostalgia to be quite dangerous.
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