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Silver and gold
Jan. 2nd, 2005 09:07 pmI have a love-hate relationship with Friendster.
I love the idea of finding and/or keeping in touch with people I've met over the years. (I only add people to my Friendster page that I actually know, with one or two "internet only pal" exceptions).
I love that people I haven't seen in years can find me.
I hate that people I haven't seen in years can find me. Because then I wind up with 15 different "hey I met you once" pieces of mail, which I ignore for months and then feel guilty about.
I hate the random weirdos that persist in sending me bizarro email.
Here are two good examples. ( naughty, nice, and just plain weird )
Like I said, love-hate.
I love the idea of finding and/or keeping in touch with people I've met over the years. (I only add people to my Friendster page that I actually know, with one or two "internet only pal" exceptions).
I love that people I haven't seen in years can find me.
I hate that people I haven't seen in years can find me. Because then I wind up with 15 different "hey I met you once" pieces of mail, which I ignore for months and then feel guilty about.
I hate the random weirdos that persist in sending me bizarro email.
Here are two good examples. ( naughty, nice, and just plain weird )
Like I said, love-hate.
