An addicting imaginary world online full of people who you don't or barely even know. A place full of 19 year old boys who don't own shirts and 19 year old girls who don't own pants. The most popular people in this world are partial pornstars. There is no need to worry about being fat or ugly, because in this world, there is only the angles you want, to make you look like the most goregous skinny person on Earth. In this world, girls are all models, posing every few seconds. Aside from the 12 pictures of someone, you can find out if its true love based on their favorite clothing label, their favorite band, and a survey. All females are bi and all males drive import muscle cars. True expression of self comes from the colors or the pictures you decided to put as a background on your page. Your drivers license photo can have hearts around it and quotes as well. The phrases "Yo", "your hawt", or "hit me back some time" are acceptable when trying to attract the opposite sex. It is perfectly acceptable to blurt out any random, filthy, perverse, sexual thought at any random woman/man you think is "hawt" as a first greeting. A place where everyone can make $100,000 or more a year. A society of very youthful looking 99 year olds. Every random thought you ever have can be jotted down in the convienient blog of your space. Here, it isn't odd to have Brad Pitt in your circle of friends. A man named Tom is your God, he follows you everywhere, sees what you are doing at all times and constanly hands you bad news. This is the only place on earth where Hello Kitty is an actual person. Conversations don't get much more complicated than: "How are you?" Sent. "Good, how are you?" Replied. Everyone, even clothing lines can be your friend! The biggest fears include "Friend Whoring" and Tom forcing your account to "Undergo some matience". Bands ask you to listen to them because they say they see you like a band that they sound nothing like. A place that the biggest threat anyone could ever give you is "I WILL DELETE YOU AS MY FRIEND IF YOU DONT COMMENT MY PICS!". You must pass on all random letters you recieve or else in 15 hours and 3 minutes a ghost will fly into your house and rape your dog...even if you dont have one.
Myspace, A Place For Stalkers.
It's the ultimate game of testing your ego. It becomes a competition of seeing who has the most friends, so you add everyone you've made eye contact with in the past 6 years, constantly posting bulletins telling people to comment on your NEW PICZ PLZ or die. Also a way for every garage band ever to make a Myspace Music profile without even have talent and/or experience as other bands have. Also a new place for every hott girl in the world to prove how slutty they are by making a Myspace and putting pictures of themselve's where they only have 1/5 of their clothes on with the quote under it "I used photoshop to cover my boobs, So What."
Comment on my myspace plz LOL!
January 13, 2005
An error-infested shithole of a website.
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This error has been forwarded to MySpace's technical group.
website that encourages the scene, the emo and even the ghettto to photo graph themselves in thier bathrooms and proceed to spend hours upon hours whoring themselves out.
it has become an epidemic
be cautined: it is addictive
myspace, a place for friend
(pshhht. i encourage you hack into the site and change it to myspace, a place for scene whores)
a place for stalking with consent
Guy1: "Hey, um, aren't you on myspace?"
Girl2: "Yeah...fucking stalker..."
A website a bunch of your friends begged you to join, so you joined it and became completely addicted. However, after about a month or so, you finally realized that even though you had thousands of friends added, you're still a loser. You tried to take pictures of your half-nude self with the camera at a shitty angle so you could get more comments, but it just wasn't working. Even after you edited out your acne and moles, you still weren't being satisfied with the attention you craved.
You eventually deleted your account because you decided you want to graduate high school with some dignity.
Some annoying freshman
left a comment in my blog telling me about how her high school drop-out friend was way cooler than I'll ever be. Laughing, I deleted my MySpace account. The next day, a friend asked me why I deleted the account, and low and behold, the shit-eating freshman was standing right next to her and looking at me as if she was worthy of an answer as well.
Do yourself a favor. Delete your MySpace.
One big, screaming, Lollapalooza orgy comprised of desperate emo
boys and girls. Myspace emo chicks tend to whore themselves out and show off their highly-contrasted badly-photographed selves -- said chicks usually sporting a pout and cleavage. Myspace emo boys tend to comment and friend these myspace emo girls -- normally to show off the number of "hott emo chicks" they have on their list to their buddies.
Myspace itself is a sad thing indeed. You can friend thousands of people that you rarely talk to, comment on their boring, whiny, upper middle-class lives, and attempt to find a fellow myspace emo boy/girl to date/cyber. Most myspace victims never do meet their online friends and sadly, drop out of school to combat the Myspace addiction.
Myspace emo ho: hey, i have new pics come see
Myspace emo boy: **BONER'D!**