Myspace is such a killer. When I say “killer,” I’m referring to the heightening [publicized] possibility of having your information jacked by some 47-year old male who’s out to get you, constantly threatening messages in which he makes a sad attempt of persuading you to “give him the goodies.” Killer in the sense of actually having someone on your tail. Killer in the sense of having middle-aged men far too desperate for eHarmony. Killer in the sense that it’s the way of life for those Myspace-ers with an extremely public profile, in which 10,000 friends is worth clicking “ADD, ADD, ADD” and bulletining “WHORE ME!” is worthwhile for the satisfactory boost of self-esteem of claiming you’re friends with someone freight with questionable gender, a neon pink mullet, and is a prime target for PUNKXHARDXCORE “friends.”

Taking the matter into hand, we’re lucky that Tom doesn’t expose you for the world to see and all the friends you do add are your responsibility. In other words, not only do you get a slap the hand of a parent in your concern, but the fact that a completely stranger pops up with a friend request and pleads for affirmation, hiding suspicions of middle-aged essence with a image ripped off of Photobucket, is far too risky to accept, since we are condemning against pedophiles and those who molest little boys, yeah? What’s NOT so lucky, on the other hand, is that blogs such as the one your eyes our feasting upon which try to keep things on the vague side of terms are exposed to the online world. No sign up and registration. No fee to incline towards. No single barricade preventing anyone from accessing our blogs. Our public blogs are viewable by those who are blatantly bored on Google, those who just so happened to try http://wtf.com (Tae Kwon Do… what a surprise), and even those h4cK3rs who manage their way here by God knows how. What I’m trying to get across here (despite my lack of clarity in my writing and the high possibility of taking sentences to the extremes, lacking logic of punctuation, and continuously rambling on… wait, where was I again? Oh yeah) is that our information that we post on our very blogs are accessible to the free world who just so happen to have a computation device in the house. What I’m trying to get across here is that the most intimate details of your life, whether your like Sophia Bush or Brad Pitt, whether you like Prison Break or YOMAMA, or whether you live in America, Canada, or Singapore, may be all revealed within your blog. What I’m trying to get across here is… do NOT post extremely personal information on the internet!

Whether that be on social networking sites and especially public blogs such as mine, keep the info vague and to the point. I’ve seen a kid who placed his actual telephone number on his domain, of which, I remarked, “Isn’t that… dangerous?! Have you no logic?”

Actually, just recently, I’ve been able to STALK (read it again, for clarity issues) a person down through a publically viewable Myspace profile. I now know what city the person resides in, what school they attend… and apparently, their zodiac sign. Of course, I’m not going to drive down to the city and claim that, “Oh! I found you on Myspace! Now I know where you live! Hehehehehehe,” for reasons that shouldn’t defy anyone, since doing such would require a restraining order. And I’m only a 13-year old kid. I’m starting to assume that middle aged men are simply hackers in general.

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