holy crap on a cracker

Since I can't get through to you by normal means (email, messaging, and telepathy) I'm writing to you here.

So, you know I only open Friendster like once in a blue moon, right? I'm actually this close to deleting it because of the idiots that abound in there, who would type their names in sTicKy cAPs and change all their S's into Z's. I'm not getting that. I only log in when I get a special email from them saying I have a message or someone I don't know added me as a friend.

I was checking my email and I saw a friend request (I have absolutely no idea who he is) so I checked the hood. And there you were in my front page, saying that you have a new friend, and by golly miss molly did that name sound familiar.

Remember that time? Remember when I used to develop crushes on your classmates and he was one of them? I swear when I saw his mug (and album, I stalked a little) I was WTF WAS I THINKING BACK THEN. No, seriously. You should have done what you should have done back then: shook me until my teeth rattled and made me say "I take it back! I take it back!"

I don't remember him being awesomely handsome back then, but he was quiet and nice and he played Blue Moon with me on the school piano. Which was a big deal for a 14-year old but holy guacamole, he really wasn't crush material. Especially now.

I hope I don't see several more of my high school crushes on your Friends list, I'm kind of questioning my judgment and eyesight now.