That felt good. I just deleted eight MySpace friends, people that I didn't really know or people that I did and who posted eight hundred quizzes a day or people who left me three really cheesy image comments this past week even though I haven't talked to them since high school. No more countless bullentin posts from Becca forcing me to scan the main bullentin page to see if anyone actually posted something worth my time.

I am listening to the Smashing Pumpkins and hey, does anyone in New York have Siamese Dream that they would not mind lending me for a day or two so that I can rip it? Because the Smashing Pumpkins are amazing and that is all there is to that.

I watched the Wholphin DVD last night, a bunch of shorts collected by the McSweeneys people. The DVD came with Issue 18 of the publication. I read Edmund White's "My Hustlers" from that same issue and enjoyed it a lot and will talk about it when I feel like talking because I used to like Edmund White (high school) and then didn't (college) and now I think do again. Right now, I am going to read some more from that issue or from Sebald's Campo Santo, which I started this morning, and which, is amazing so far. Sebald is my writerly idol, in case you did not know. His influence is obviously not seen in this post about MySpace, Smashing Pumpkins, and Edmund White. Not that those topics are impossible to explore that way, but I just don't have the energy.

Now actually, I am not sure why I wrote any of this. This may be the most pointless post ever.