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Myspace is starting to get on my nerves a little bit-- Maybe I'm just cranky because I barely get comments anymore, but I think it's more because of all the spam that I'm getting now. Seriously, every time that I log on, I get more or less three fucking friend requests from PornSpaces, shitty bands, and "rappers". Worse than these combined are the fucking random chicks (see: dudes with pictures of chicks.) who send me messages like: "HI. YOU SOUND COOL. WANNA TALK??" -- I get at least one of these a month now, and it's like, NO, LEAVE ME ALONE. I'M NOT COOL. STOP BOTHERING ME. How the fuck do these people keep finding me, anyway? If anyone wants to comment the blog, hey, they're more than welcome-- and I'll read anyone who reads me, and link you on the sidebar if you're cool. But, honestly, don't just message me on Myspace. I have enough friends, and I don't want to know you. Ugh. (Then again, adding random people would solve my comment gripes.)

The other thing is-- You're not going to get free ringtones, there is no Myspace tracker (there's one, but you can only track people who are also using it), and no, no one is going to realize that they like you if you repost this bulletin in .332423 seconds. Seriously. Die.

The "Proud to be White" and "I'd Do This For My Girl" bulletins need to die too-- But, I've murdered both of those before, and I'm not getting into it again. 

So, I'm going to assume that you're all knee deep in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows by now. I picked it up at nine o'clock this morning, and have been enjoying it profusely. I won't spoil anything for anybody, but I'm about a hundred and thirty pages in ('The Wedding' -- as I believe the British edition's page count is different than all of yours.), and plenty of people are already dead. I'm telling you now, if you don't have it yet-- Cover your ears from anything Potter related, and get yourself a copy as soon as fucking possible. As I said, it's excellent so far, and is proving up to be an excellent finale of an excellent series.

So, my landlord stops by earlier this morning while I'm working on my shit, and lets me know that he's going to take these two people up to show them my room. And I'm like: "HI. WANT TO GIVE ME A CHANCE TO CLEAN IT FIRST?" -- and he says: "Yeah, I was meaning to talk to you about that, I went in yesterday, it was pretty messy."

...YOU WENT IN YESTERDAY!? What the fuck!? I'm pretty sure your only supposed to enter my place if it's an emergency, or with 24 hours notice. This situation was neither. WHAT THE HELL? So now I have to be paranoid about random people coming into my apartment at random times during the day? I swear to Christ, that's breaking some Tenant's Rights law... and if it isn't, it's just plain fucking rude. I'm seriously pissed off about it.

But oh well. I'm out of here in a month, anyway.