While it may be a good place to connect with old friends, MySpace can end up being wasted time walking down dark alleys. I took advice from a friend who changed his profile to say he was a “she” so that the ads targeted at “her” were less suggestive. That makes it a little better, but I can’t help but feel the need to soak myself in rubbing alcohol after being in that town for too long.

To top it all off, I have a new friend request.  Look closely — he’s online now…

Of course — I clicked on it.  I konw Jesus… and that’s not him!