My Style

As I open MYSPACE A logon is what it requests. I can’t remember, UPPER or lower case There, I believe that’s it, WHAT, I attest. OH come on I know that is it, I protest. OK, maybe I should have added that space. Its loading…WAIT...WAIT…working at a snails pace… Almost….WAIT…Finally, a friendly face. NOW Write it down, so you don’t forget. Are you kidding me? I’ve been robbed. It’s empty, BUT WHY! How in the heck can this be? I really need to check up on this. On the phone I GO….I’ll at least TRY! BUSY….OMG, there’s got to be a better way! Got to be a quicker way to see who has blown me a kiss. OK…settle down…I know it was there the other day. THINK……deeper…deeper…that’s it DAMN……I forgot to hit transmit. NOW…Settle down and smile… Cause I’m writing my style.