After spending the past half-hour or so browsing Eric's mixtape collective project, I've come to the realization that online communities are bad. Between this and the Facebook (easily the bane of my existence), among others, I never get work done. Like right this very second I should be designing a flash-based Web site for one of my classes, or writing my column for Monday's Barometer, or redesigning an album cover for my expressive type class.

Of course, no online community is worse than god-damned MySpace.com.  As someone who has spent the better part of four years being educated in how to make things look nice,  MySpace is like being punched in the balls by Marvelous Marc Mero. For about a four month span, I forgot that MySpace existed. I stopped updating, or even logging in at all. It was glorious. And then this happened:

Over the span of a couple weeks, two ex-girlfriends from high school, whom I haven't seen in at least three years, decided to add me to their friends list. Out of pure curiosity, I took a look at their profile, only to find out that they are now ... how do I put it? Fat. The one on top used to be a distance runner, and the one on bottom a cheerleader. Ouch.

I'm not really sure how to take this. Half of me wants to giggle, but it is a little silly to still be bitter about a girl who broke up with you feshman year -- especially now that I'm engaged. The other half of me is just plain depressed. It seems like every time I see someone from my high school, this is what they look like. I can't be the only one who has experienced this, so please: comfort me.