dear myspace,

i think that you might possibly be the devil. i check you compulsively and can't really stop. i feel all warm and fuzzy inside when i get comments and sometimes find your "message" feature easier than email. there's a lot about you that i like, myspace. but sometimes you suck. sometimes i regret logging in and browsing. and sometimes i find things that i really don't want to know about. your features bring out the stalker in people. (and not just the stalker in me, but the general stalker in everyone.) i appreciate your enjoyable features, but perhaps we should take some time away from each other. some space might be good.