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Holy shit. If anything cheers up a Monday its Joe Gilgun. He could also cheer me up in the event of a nuclear war, zombie apocalypse or if somohow i ever acquired a perm…

Holy shit. If anything cheers up a Monday its Joe Gilgun. He could also cheer me up in the event of a nuclear war, zombie apocalypse or if somohow i ever acquired a perm…

This is a must. It looks as though it has nothing to do with The Hangover but still, it’s so bad it’s ace and i want it.

This is a must. It looks as though it has nothing to do with The Hangover but still, it’s so bad it’s ace and i want it.

If there was ever a reason to get a dog…this is the one.

If there was ever a reason to get a dog…this is the one.

I’M IN. God, it’s been a while…
Myspace is back, and Myspace RULED. This is why…
1. Arranging ‘top friends’
On Myspace, you displayed your friends like pixelated trophies on your homepage. You had a top nine, or something, and depending on how the evening before panned out, the order of ‘friends’ would change.
2. The awkwardness of arranging your friends
Genuinely falling out with people over who was first in your top nine despite no longer being 11. This was countered by filling your top 9 with bands. Or just having ‘Tom’.
3. ‘Tom’
So ‘Tom’ was the guy who probably set up Myspace. No one really questioned his existence because much like a tadpole, ‘Tom’ was everyone’s first friend. He wore a white t-shirt and seemed to be really, really pleased to be involved in the project.
4. How it made us vain
Except for me! My profile picture was of a filleted Estonian reindeer because I was edgy and well-travelled.
5. How we never used the bulletin board
So like your events page, but more formal-sounding. Like ‘whoever nicked my almond milk can they please just put it back’ signs in halls but marginally more fun.
6. The horror of divulging our interests
Self-promotion is pretty awful at the best of times. That we included ‘baby pink’ and ‘burlesque’ as interests is unforgiveable.
7. How it introduced us to online stalking
Pretty much a game-changer.

Myspace is back, and Myspace RULED. This is why…

1. Arranging ‘top friends’

On Myspace, you displayed your friends like pixelated trophies on your homepage. You had a top nine, or something, and depending on how the evening before panned out, the order of ‘friends’ would change.

2. The awkwardness of arranging your friends

Genuinely falling out with people over who was first in your top nine despite no longer being 11. This was countered by filling your top 9 with bands. Or just having ‘Tom’.

3. ‘Tom’

So ‘Tom’ was the guy who probably set up Myspace. No one really questioned his existence because much like a tadpole, ‘Tom’ was everyone’s first friend. He wore a white t-shirt and seemed to be really, really pleased to be involved in the project.

4. How it made us vain

Except for me! My profile picture was of a filleted Estonian reindeer because I was edgy and well-travelled.

5. How we never used the bulletin board

So like your events page, but more formal-sounding. Like ‘whoever nicked my almond milk can they please just put it back’ signs in halls but marginally more fun.

6. The horror of divulging our interests

Self-promotion is pretty awful at the best of times. That we included ‘baby pink’ and ‘burlesque’ as interests is unforgiveable.

7. How it introduced us to online stalking

Pretty much a game-changer.

emsuthwhateva:

I REQUIRE

emsuthwhateva:

I REQUIRE

Imagine opening this on Christmas day? What a bloody treat. Really wide eyed and bushy taled (almost there, let me have that one.)

Imagine opening this on Christmas day? What a bloody treat. Really wide eyed and bushy taled (almost there, let me have that one.)

Oh to have a wardrobe like this. I recently ‘did out’ my wardrobe (because it was in such a bad way i couldnt see any of the clothes,) and managed to throw out 8 binbags of stuff. 8. Some of it went to charity, what i couldnt carry went in the skip. Now it is colour coordinated, the shoes are in, wait for it…pairs (GASP) and i have sections for jumpers, party wear and all my trousers, shorts, skirts are folded. Still, im not happy. I wont be until i one day have my own dressing room, with loads of glass cases for jewels and shoes stacked sky high. Organising is not my strength, my room is an organised mess, but i am trying. Clear bed clear head? Have i made that up?

Oh to have a wardrobe like this. I recently ‘did out’ my wardrobe (because it was in such a bad way i couldnt see any of the clothes,) and managed to throw out 8 binbags of stuff. 8. Some of it went to charity, what i couldnt carry went in the skip. Now it is colour coordinated, the shoes are in, wait for it…pairs (GASP) and i have sections for jumpers, party wear and all my trousers, shorts, skirts are folded. Still, im not happy. I wont be until i one day have my own dressing room, with loads of glass cases for jewels and shoes stacked sky high. Organising is not my strength, my room is an organised mess, but i am trying. Clear bed clear head? Have i made that up?

Looking at pictures of cute puppies never gets old. I want to put this one in a romper and take it to the park. Little dog friend.

Looking at pictures of cute puppies never gets old. I want to put this one in a romper and take it to the park. Little dog friend.

There is nothing more satisfying than describing someone being a BAD girl with this movement. To their faces of course, no messing.

There is nothing more satisfying than describing someone being a BAD girl with this movement. To their faces of course, no messing.

Forever is a horrible word.

Obsessed