This is my soul goddamnit, my soul!

I was tempted to join myspace. I came so very close. The Devil was holding a contract and I was holding a pen, yet when it came time to signing off, I snapped out of my state of entrancement and jabbed my bic right into the devil's mothafuckin eye. I'm not a myspace kind of person. Actually, I might sign up. I'm actually two people rolled up into one.

On one hand there's that side of me who hates myspace and everybody on it. The people there wear far too much makeup, both symbolically and physically. And I'm talking about the guys too, those black eyeliner wearin emo pansy-fucks. They list like 40 bands just to show off, in hopes that "my soon-to-be-soulmate will recognize what excellent taste in underground emo I truly have!". Then you have the girls, who are usually pretty hot, but my type of girl - the one who I see in real life and not just on the internet, isn't there. Go figure. So what's the point?

I'll tell ya what the point is. Flirting with hot dimes across the mothafuckin globe cuz they saw your mug and wanted you to break them off a lil sumthin sumthin nice and proper. And that's where a whole nother side of me kicks in. That vane, superficial, leave-my-brain-at-the-door type of guy who just loves that kind of shit. But at the same time, I'm very posessive of my soul, so I strive to keep my ying and yang balance. That balance between egotism and modesty, intellect and compulsion, sobriety and inebriation, brunettes and blondes, completely shaven and landing strips, yall know how it goes. Balance.

So I dunno. I'm a blogger not a myspacer. But it couldn't hurt. I dunno, shall I post a picture of my cock on myspace?