Myspace - or yours?

I'm pretty sure the internet is evil.

I think I'm addicted to it, but I loathe it as much as I love it, to be honest.

I can waste hours online, just STARING at things on the screen, reading and re-reading emails, looking at pictures...and MySpace. Oh. My. God.

It's like Friends Reunited on acid, or something. Everybody and his little sister, uncle and cat has a MySpace page. Ok, even I do - here. But it scares me a little. The way that people get in touch with you through it, either complete strangers or people you met once, or old school-chums. It also fascinates me, in a sick, twisted way...I don't like it, but I can't stop going there...it's car-crash self-elevation and validation/rejection at its very best. It's also potentially very dangerous too, emotionally, as you can link to friends of friends of friends, and see/read things that you would probably rather not...I'm drawn to it, and revolted by it at the same time.

Hmm.

Well, I'm dying my hair tonight and trying to rid myself of mad energy again, and then heading off out with housemates to celebrate The Shiny New Housemate Karen's Handing In Of Dissertation And Finishing MA! Woo!