Yesterday I said that MySpace made me want to kill myself. Then I deleted that. Then I went to a coffeeshop today and ate this nasty cake. Then I decided to stare MySpace down and try to log on for more than 1 minute to see if I could handle it. I couldn't. Then I went to a Mexican restaurant and ate this nasty soup. Then I decided to log on again and search for a musician friend. Then I came across a profile that gave me hope if not for the future, then at least for the eventual survival of humanity.

"I am 16 years old, and I generally like to have fun and be with cool people."

Kid is my new personal hero. Don't forget this either.