Dear Dan Michalski:
I’m very sorry I talked you into joining MySpace. I know it was a tough decision for you to take that leap into social media with me. Thousands of mindless people with too much time on their hands creating a true dramatic reality show available all day(like, 24/7 Y’all!).
I never wanted to be on MySpace. My niece talked me into signing up after telling me it was the only way she communicated online. I told her “No way, it’s for pedophiles.” She responded with ”like, no, it totally has a bad rap for that, but seriously, it’s really cool.”
Reluctantly, I signed up. A week later she deleted her page. That should have been the red flag…
A few months went by and my MySpace page sat lonely, white and unused. Then a friend said MySpace was a great way to get writing gigs and network in our lovely poker industry. So, I crawled back into the deep dark hole of MySpace. This was about the time I encouraged you to do the same for Pokerati, Dan.
It was great for a little while…catching up with old friends, networking, chatting with the sexy ladies of poker such as Lacey Jones, Evelyn Ng, Karina Jett , Jennicide and Liz Lieu but time took it’s toll on my soul and soon I found myself thinking about Myspace while working, spending time with family and while I was grocery shopping which caused me to forget to buy eggs for my children. When I received comment or friend notifications I felt the urge to sign on right away. I was hooked, addicted, a Myspace junky and it was free. I was like Tyrone Biggums looking for the free crack giveaway. I didn’t know who to turn to for help. My thoughts raced back to the night Evy told me how much better David Williams’ life was since he deleted his account. I had hit MySpace rock bottom. I had to admit that I had developed a Myspace problem.
I’ve said too much. I sound like SNL’s Don’t get me started.
Anyway, I have to go. Time to catch up on life. Have an awesome birthday and we’ll catch up when I get home.
Michele
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