Dear MySpace,
Fuck you. That’s right, MySpace, and boy does it feel good to say it.

For too long have I been sitting here, watching MySpace captivate the 13-21+ audience, watching you allow people’s minds to turn into mush with your shitty layouts and automatic playing media players. You’d think that MySpace would have some quality control, you’d think that Tom would get off his lazy ass once and a while and actually make some changes for the better to MySpace before it’s crowd gets completely eaten up by Facebook in a transition similar to the Friendster –> MySpace one. You think you’d innovate, offer new and exciting ways for me to communicate with my long lost buddy Jarold from Korea, you know, the one I went sniping with every night before the fumes got to him. But no. I see you’ve chosen the other route, the pansy’s way out.

You’re just copying Facebook. That’s all you’re doing - by copying Facebook and their application environment you’re not sending the signal that “Hey look at us, we’re MySpace! We’re new! We’re fresh!”, no, you’re sending the “Hey look at us, we’re desperate, outdated, have shitty file servers that can handle the strain of our deplating user base, and we have no idea how to innovate!”. It makes me sick. There should be some sort of law against this. I hope that this desperate ploy fails, and I get to watch Tom scramble and post more unnecessary “features” to appease absolutely nobody.

We’ve moved on, MySpace. Off to Facebook.