I’m really starting to loathe the titles
First off, Friendster has the creepiest new feature ever: you can now see who’s been looking at your page. Meaning, of course, that other people can see that you’ve viewed them. I don’t consider myself a very private person, but I want to stand up for my god given right to stalk people anonymously on the internet. If I want to check out freaky-looking people, I don’t really want them looking at me back. If I want to see what my 8th grade bff to whom I no longer speak because she’s a pathological liar is up to, I don’t want her making up stories about how I’m obsessed with her. If I want to check up on my loser ex-boyfriends and read the pretentious ways they describe themselves, I should be able to do so without fearing that they’ll take my interest in their inanity as my renewed interest in having their penises near me. Ish.
In other news, I was mystified today when I watched Saved by the Bell, which is on conveniently at breakfast time. Instead of Tiffany Amber Theisen and that girl from Showgirls, there was some tough girl named Tori as part of the gang. It was confusing. Who is she? At any rate, I’d actually seen this episode back in the day: Zach dates a girl in a wheelchair and can’t hack it that she’s handicapped, but then he learns a valuable lesson about how she’s just a regular teen.
There was something else, too, but I can’t remember it. Damn you, total lack of a short-term memory.
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