...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.
Telling you how to feel about the all of the most important things since 2008.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
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.
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