Saturday, April 9, 2005

I'm hip in 2002!

Remember that week when Friendster was cool? And you were all, "Hey, I want a load of Friendsters," and then you realized that in order to have Friendsters you had to already have friends, which sort of defeated the purpose of signing up to Friendster at all.

Friendster -- it's like your address book, but with lots of distracting pop-up ads and a server that crashes more often than Blogger's! What a great deal.

That all said, a friend of mine somehow managed to hit me when I was weak and I filled out a Friendster profile a few weeks ago. I presently have two Friendsters -- Sara and Lindsay.

Anyway, the point is if you are a Friendster, look me up and I will add you to my list posthaste. If, for some reason, you want to be a Friendster, e-mail me and I will invite you posthaste. Then you, like me, can spend a load of time setting up a profile and then thinking: "What the hell is the point of this?"


Thomas said...

Some of us aren't even hip in this decade yet.

OldHorsetailSnake said...

Well, your friend Lindsay is sure prysur. And so WB as if the YA weren't OK enough. With Friendsters, do you also get enemas? And fries?

Penny Gadget said...

how cute mr cope, pretending you didn't already a friendster account. mwahaha.

Sara said...

If you can make it out to Methodist Hospital in Brooklyn tomorrow I can possibly arrange for enemas.

The food sucks though.

Friendster has been good to me. Occasionally the server works (when the squirrels are well fed and really get to work) and it's a satisfying tool of procrastination.