So a few months ago I made Bradley a myspace page. He looked at it after some grumbling. Said " No one I know will be on that shit" and left it alone for a month or two.
I had to go check it for him to let him know he had messages and comments. Well, low and behold, people he knows are on "that shit". Now he digs MySpace. Just like the rest of us. So now he's talked to people he hasn't seen in years, just like the rest of us. He seen their kids and found out "What ever happened to..", just like the rest of us. So my sweetie is even harder to drag into new technology than I am. But, I like when he finally gives in, quits bitching, and enjoys new things.
I love MySpace too. You will only see what flattering pictures I put up. You do it too. Who puts up their bad angle, zit farm photos? Not I. So you won't be seeing any recent pics of yours truely. I am currently employed as a zit farm. Happens to me when I am pregnant. I guess it's not a bad trade off for having had nice skin in my teen years, to be zitty through my twenties. The bad skin trade is a steal if you consider that I get to feel a tiny baby moving around in me.
So what ever happened to Tiffany? She grew up, had fun in her college years, met a man, got married, moved out West, had a baby, and her life is happily ever after ( most of the time
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