Ok, I’m on MySpace now. I’ve been signed up for a while and I know a few people on there, but I just couldn’t do it. And damn, if I didn’t find my sister(*) on there within 4 minutes.
*not really my biological sister, but we’re born two weeks and two houses apart, moms were good friends. might as well be my sister.
Other MySpace things that are fucked up. My best friend in high school was this beautiful, wonderful little girl who is now married to a graphic designer. A graphic designer for the very same company I have an interview with on Tuesday in the very same department. Small world. I might have to call her tomorrow.