confession (non jimmy mcgreevey style)

So, I've got this nasty little problem staring me down right now. Far more insidious than other addictions.

It is my 'favorites' section on myspace. I now have a harem of people whom I can spacestalk at my whim, with little to no 'restrictions' as it were. Meaning 'actual interaction.' It's filling a void I've been missing since college - seeing the hot one in your class or around campus randomly was such a sick thrill. I figured they were either straight or generally uninterested in sleeping with me (ahh the chubby, chubby times).

I've got a hot mix of people I had crushes on in high school, my most (mysteriously?) hated Austin local, hot boys I've never met before, some guy I obsessively hated in a creative writing class who was the roommate of one of my 'Austin family,' ex-friends (of course!) and even some kid I had most of my schooling with who is de gay and actually turned out QUITE hot - truly a mix.

I just had to get that frivolity/creepiness off my chest. There! You know! I use it!

Thinking about being in someone's favorites list makes me feel more horny than scared/paranoid. In the case of other people favorite-ing me, say FOR EVIL...well, that's cool too.