You bill yourself as "a place for friends." That's really funny because right now you're totally not my friend. I know you occasionally don't like to work. Normally, I don't care. But right now you have a message for me that I really, really need and every time I try to check it you're only giving me this shit:
Not cool. I guess it's my fault for using you to convey pertinent information instead of using any thing else that could possibly transmit words. Really, it makes sense, since it's called "MySpace" and most of the things I own are broken. But if you could, you know, not suck for five minutes you'd really help me out. Also, damn you anyway for making everybody think Friendster sucks and that they should use you instead.