shirtless, shiftless

what do i do when it's a slow day at the office? besides talk on instant messenger and blog, i mean. that's right, i cruise myspace and friendster. i go through all my friends' pages to see their new pictures, go through their friends, clicking on all the pictures of shirtless men, and waste a few hours. did i say hours? i mean minutes. (phew, have to make sure i'm not gonna get fired if my boss reads this.) i mean seconds. that's it, i don't go to friendster at all. never. friendster? what's that?

anyway, i got to thinking about the pictures and profiles that people put up on friendster; how they choose to represent themselves. also the difference between myspace and friendster. for some reason i haven't put up any really goofy pictures on friendster. you know, any pictures in which i look tremendously ugly. and, as you know from my photo album, those exist. on myspace, though, i've put up several silly ones. me fake-playing the drums, for instance.

what are people thinking when they put a shirtless picture--or, gasp, a NAKED picture as i've seen a few times--up on friendster? do they get a lot of random emails? are these random emails from hot people? these questions remain unanswered. i guess it's time to get out the digital camera. oh, who am i kidding? i'm a faggot. i have shirtless pictures of myself.