Henry: I don't have one.
Matt: What? You're cool; you need one.
Henry: I don't believe in MySpace. I have a brain, a few "true" friends, am secure with myself, and love the English language.
Matt: But MySpace is so hot now, it's the bomb.
Henry: Matt, you've known me for years. You know that I hit the spell check button when I send instant messages, know that I don't care much for trends or pop culture, know that I'm a staunch conservative, and know that I like to keep my life from being publicized for the free world. If you love MySpace then fine, it's your life to lose. But as for me, it's not for me, my friend, it's not for me.
it has become an epidemic
be cautined: it is addictive
(pshhht. i encourage you hack into the site and change it to myspace, a place for scene whores)
You eventually deleted your account because you decided you want to graduate high school with some dignity.
Do yourself a favor. Delete your MySpace.
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 boy: **BONER'D!**