FW:FW....delete

I'm sure you have seen the above in your e-mail inbox before. If you are anything like me, then you immediately press the "delete" button. I really don't like receiving forwarded mail. Especially the ones with graphics of flying angels or jokes (they are never funny). I always hesitate to give out my e-mail address to people I just met because more often that not, they will forward me something. My sister (bless her pretty face) had a penchant for sending me forwarded mail, until I admitted to her that I did not read any of them. A couple of friends are still sending me, but I haven't told them that i do not actually read it, I don't have the heart. So I reply with the mandotory "thanks" or send out a fresh email telling then something useful they need to know (I think that is why e-mails were invented). It's bad enough that women do it, but what possesses a grown man to forward all these fruity chain-mail of the "if u don't send this within two minutes, you will run of luck" variety? What is this world coming to?

the new paparazzi for non-celebrities

Now that everyone and their mommy's friend has a camera phone, there is nowhere for us to hide. I will admit to having a good laugh when I page through pictures of celebrities caught in uncompromising situations in Cosmopolitan and Heat magazine, but that's to be expected...they are celebs afterall. So why the hell do people who classify themselves as "friends" get off on taking really unflaterring pics of each other and posting them on the internet. Surely a picture of a drunk student puking in a parking-lot is not as valuable as one of Britney Spears doing the same thing? I find this trend ugly and disturbing. One of the conclusions i have come up with is that it's all in the name of fun, but at the expense of someones dignity?... Another conclusion is that people will go out of their way to embarass you just because they feel like it... Whatever happened to the days when you can just get wasted with a bunch of friends and not worry about it making an appearance on "facebook", life was so much easier when all that mattered was your parents not finding out. now u can walk into a coffee shop and have the guy behind the counter remember you as "that chick" in that "video". So I now think that i should release that music video afterall, so people can pay for my ugly pictures...and maybe just maybe, i will be able to understand what drives people to such cheerful cruelty, but then again I might be rich and famous and might not actually care.