This Is An Honorable Death...

...because you were my first. I don't count Friendster and MySpace; those were like french kisses, ass-smooches, and titty-sucks. Gave me a rise, but not the release I need. But you, T.E.C., you let me in whenever I wanted, and you were all about me and what I wanted to do. No pretty profiles or photo albums. With you it was always about being forward, not displaying faux-wit. You let me get my rocks off each and every time, exactly how I needed to, and for that, I will forever be greatful. Your spirit will live on in "I Think I Love My Life." R.I.P.