Fucking Tired

So, I noticed that Dean's Planet now has our very own MySpace account. Personally, I had long avoided that site because it seemed little more than a haven for 13 year girls to get together and discuss... well, whatever the fuck it is 13 year girls talk about. I don't know, American Idol and shit like that. But I started to come around once I realized that;

1) It's a great place to hook up with long lost chicks from high school, hopefully using the value of nostalgia to get laid. Hey, I'm only being honest.

2) Unlike 99.9% of other sites, it's FREE.

So yeah, I finally broke down and got my own account. Don't bother looking for it, though, because you won't find it. I'm ONLY there to stalk... er, connect, with chicks I knew "back in the day." I have no pics on there. And, I'm proud to say, I have absolutely zero friends added to my account. That's right, even in the world of MySpace, Jeremy remains a true loner.

One thing I don't get... why do people thank other people for adding them to their friends list? I see it all over the place... "Thanks for the add, sweetie!"
Think about it--if you called a friend of yours out of the blue and said, "Hey man, I just wanted to say thanks for counting me among your list of friends," they'd think you were sniffing whiteout. But I guess maybe it's kind of a status type thing, as in, "Look at how many friends I have on MY list! I'm more popular than you are!" Yep, you sure are, just like you were in high school. I have no friends, and I like it that way. I like lurking in the shadows, checking out profiles on the D.L. It's kinda like prowling around a woman's house at night, peeking into the... uh, never mind. I'm gonna change the subject now.

My show opens this Friday night. Yikes. That means that all this week I'll be working during the day and going to rehearsal at night. I still can't believe that I'm doing a show that's opening in three days. But at least I have an excuse for not writing much lately... I mean, I have an excuse other than alcohol. I have a feeling that I'll be seeing more than a few of my readers at the show this weekend... but I doubt it will help me get laid. See, I think I look somewhat ridiculous in my costume. I was supposed to wear a hat, but they couldn't find one big enough to fit my basketball-sized cranium. They've got me wearing a bandana instead, and more than one person has told me I look like a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle. Another person took one look at the funky, tooth necklace that I wear in the show and told me I looked "like Fred Flintstone." Strangely, I didn't hear one person say, "You look hot!" Go figure.

Well, gotta get ready for work. I hope I can contain my excitement.