I got on Friendster (why does it make me feel so dirty?!) and I discovered I am two degrees of separation away from Martha Stewart.
Dude, I hate Friendster. I don’t want to think about all the people out there I could be dating right now. I don’t want to read about how boring and provincial everyone is, and think about how boring and provincial I am among them.
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Although I am not entirely sure why, I am also on friendster. Should you wish to connect to several thousand people in CA I don’t know, feel free to add me via friendster@fuzrocks.com.
I want to see Martha Stewart’s profile, I do.
I’m so sorry.
Why does it make you feel dirty? Because it’s match.com with platonic overtones. I signed up at the urging of two friends, and I felt like I was missing the whole point by not checking either of the two “I’m looking for somebody to date who…” boxes. Honestly, I think I signed up, in the words of a comedian whose name I’ve forgotten, just to say I had DONE THAT.
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