Kerry and I were idly browsing around the web looking at various things like FaceBook, when she started looking at her friend Verge’s MySpace page. Now, strangely enough, Kerry doesn’t have a MySpace page. She has a FaceBook page, her own web site, is a complete gmail and Google Chat addict, endlessly browses other people’s blogs, but doesn’t have a MySpace page. As it so happens, I foolishly signed up for one of those retarded corners of the web world when it was first popular. I’ve since run screaming into the night.
I mean MySpace, in my not so humble opinion, is a safe-haven for LSD-induced page layouts, strange and horrible music arrangements, and just plain bad mojo, but I digress …
There I was, braving the perils of MySpace so that we could look at some of Verge’s pictures when I noticed that my friend Kendal had updated his photo album with new pictures. Of course I had to take a look. That was when things started to unwind.
As it turns out, it looked like Kendal had a new girlfriend. That, of course meant that I had to text him. The conversation went like this (quoted from my phone’s text logs):
Me: Dude, when did you start dating Erica?
Kendal: Excuse You!!!
Me (a little confused): Your MySpace profile seems to indicate that :-). How goes life?
Kendal: Read what you wrote blockhead!!!
At this point I thought a review of what I’d sent was appropriate. Here’s what was actually recorded in my phone log:
Me: Dude, when did you start eating Erica?
I’m mortified. The humiliation never ceases.
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Quite frankly, I was mortified that my refined, highly educated, cultured boyfriend with the rather expansive vocabulary would resort to using the interjection “Dude!” not only in conversation, but in texting no less.
I am still coming to terms with this hours later.
I think I’m still trying to come to terms with the fact that Andy is texting at all…From everything you’ve said about him I thought he was far too “cool” for texting.
I was beginning to think I was the only person over 17 who actually texted people. (I really hate the term “texted” it just feels so wrong to type it…
ORLY? 1′v3 pwnd sum n00bz w17h my l33t5p34k.
WTF?
that’s f**king lame. Write in English please. We’re in America, ya know…
Translation: Oh really, I’ve owned some newbies with my elite speak. If you google “leetspeak” or “leetspeek” you’ll find that it is commonly used by young people on the web or for texting.
MYSPACE=MYWASTE
not much good comes from MYSPACE
it is like excessive drinking
some of us do not know better