myhell.com

I’ve been feeling like such an ass lately. And when I say "lately" I mean all the time, but especially today.

It's all myspace.com's fault.

There was a time when I had no interest in myspace. I only joined so I could check out my roommate's band's site (Check it out here). I had nothing on my site. It just sat there, empty, for months.

I was happy then.

But now...now, my myspace is filled with mypictures, myinterests, myfeelings. Now, I am using myspace. I am a myspace user. And what's worse, I am liking it.

I've been getting a lot of comments and messages on myspace lately from far-away friends and a few fellow Hamburg class of ’98 people, who, until recently, I thought were dead.

It’s been pretty cool catching up and I was really glad most of those people weren’t dead.

This is when I realized myspace is pretty all right. It’s the lazy way to stay in touch and see what people are up to. You don’t have to write an e-mail to somebody about a toilet in Taiwan when you can tell the whole world by posting a picture of it on myspace. That's lazy. I like lazy. I am all over lazy. And I am now all over myspace.

But today. Today, I have taken the myspace thing to a whole new level.

My friend Stephanie started her own myspace page recently. She invited me to look at her site and now we’re also friends in the myspace world.

For those unfamiliar, you can see pictures of people’s chosen myspace friends on each person’s site. One of Stephanie’s friends is Zach Braff, the actor of Garden State and Scrubs fame.

This struck me as bizarrely funny. I mean, he’s famous. He lives in LA. He makes movies. And yet, he is on myspace. And he is Stephanie’s friend.

So I checked out Zach Braff’s myspace page. I’m a fan of his work, I think he has immaculate taste in music, so why not?

I read about his new movie coming out. I read his blog. I listened to the music playing on his site. I looked at the movie trailers. I determined that I want to see said movie. I determined that I am a sucker for convoluted advertising. All good stuff.

Then I crossed the line: I requested to be Zach Braff’s myspace friend.

At last count, the man has 37,461 friends. What am I thinking? It’s like I tapped him on the shoulder and said, “Hi. I really like you.” I wouldn’t do that if I saw him on the street, why is it acceptable online?

But I did it. Against my better judgment, I did it. I did it and I was accepted as his friend. It made me giddy. Zach Braff accepts me. I am friend number 37,461.

My life is pretty full, pretty fulfilling. I have a lot going for me, a lot to keep me busy, a lot to do, as they say. So why in God’s name does being on Zach Braff’s friends list make me feel complete?

I don’t know. But now I want him to read my blog.