Walking along the beach + drinking root beer from a tab = Awesomeness.

At&t called about my wireless service. I wonder why this is. They asked about my mother. Weird. Thats something that really sets me off the coaster...

An Open Letter to Myspace

Dear MySpace,

How have you been? I know it's been a while now since we've spoken, I've just been so busy with work and life... and Facebook. Now, before you get upset, I just want you to know that things aren't like you think they are... she's great. I'm not comparing you two together, but I am saying that she gives me more than you ever did. You're not a bad catch... it's not you, it's me... well, actually it is you. I'll spare you the BS. It's all the advertisements and all the spam and fake accounts. Believe me, what we had was great... while it lasted. It's just that Facebook... she's so sophisticated and she knows what she wants. I think I love her. I'm just pointing it out very clear that I am a maturing man who has needs and has to have a place to escape to during the day. You were there for me so many times, yes, but then you started advertising stupid rip-off products and kept telling me things I didn't want to hear about how a "celebrity model" in my local area wants to hook up. It just became to much. I needed more class than you could provide... so that's why I'm with Facebook now. Don't cry, you'll be fine. There are LOADS of punk emo middle school kids who can't wait to put up their flashy pictures and shitty music and rant on about things such as parties and who did what, when, and where. I'm so sorry, MySpace.

I am confident that you'll move on as I have. You'll find someone else. I just know it. If you ever need anything... I'll be on Facebook... Have a good one, my dear MySpace. You were always so great to me, but you just didn't take the cake. I pray you a great life and may you meet many new people.

Good day to you.

-JH