I am sick. It sucks. I am not deathly ill or anything. I believe it is a cold. Weather hates me. I must have made fun of it when I was younger and now it seeks it's revenge. My body aches. My head aches. My nose has continual snot running out of it, only to fill up again and again. I am bout to take some NyQuil and pass out. It is incredibly early for my bed time. I don't even have work till tomorrow night either.
I keep getting these emails for some reunion site. Granted, I do have an actual reunion coming up. My high school reunion was supposed to be last year, but due to laziness and forgetfulness on everyone's part, it was delayed till this year. I guess I will be celebrating 11 years from high school.
I read an article before about how some reunion site, like Classmates.com or something, sent out a bunch of emails saying people were looking for a person.When the mark signed up and paid the fee to join, there was nothing there. Now, I know some people do actually use these types of sites to contact long lost people. I just don't think I am really an object of desirability. Hell, I don't even like talking about what I do for a living to strangers because I think I am boring. I certainly don't think I made any type of impression on anyone in high school that I still can't get into contact regularly.
Most of the people I currently talk to I didn't even go to high school with. I can probably count on one hand the number that I actually deal with with any regularity. I don't even receive that much SPAM in my email accout, so it's relatively strange that it continually pops up. I have a regular MySpace page that I check frequently that many other graduates from my year can find me at. Granted, I use a nickname and not my real name as my online identity. Also, my picutre tends to be a clip from a movie or a piece of art. I don't think I photograph well.
Part of me is intrigued with someone trying to contact me. Who could it be? What do they want? Was it some long ago crush looking to kindle something? I doubt it. Still, one can dream. In fact, I'm going to go do that right now.
2 comments:
i hate classmates, they send me stuff all the time saying someone signed my yearbook and when i click on the link the name is blurred out. they want you to pay for a subscription fuck that. they can find me on myspace/facebook.
I get those all the time too.
But I am steadfast in my commitment to leaving those shmos from highschool behind. Besides anyone I would want to talk to better have thier internet stalker skills in tact and contact me through sleuthing not paying a membership fee.
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