Apparently there was some dude with my exact name, approximate age, and penchant for playing guitar in high school (at least I liked to think I was playing). Oh. And he lived in New Mexico and has several 30 something chicks looking to reconnect with him (for what ends I don't know).
All of this has served to (a)give me the idea for a plot involving mistaken identity centered around an ambiguous MySpace page, (b)cancelling my MySpace account (which really, got less action than I did in high school) and (c)confirming once again that MySpace is infact the binary spawn of Satan.
I created the profile for some reason back when my sister in laws SO mentioned something about it or something like that. And since then have only logged in in order to answer these erroneous emails.
First one was cute. Like "Oh wow. someone's got the same name as me" Second one was borderline. By the time the third one hit, I was pretty much done with the phenom. Oh sure, I can't imagine Farmington NM being THAT big of a place, but damn. Enough'z'Enuff.
Still, though. Would make an interesting plot twist. How much do you really know about that pe
rson who's blog you read? Could their witty repartee be hiding the cold calculations of a serial killer (...huh...wonder why my hit counter went down all of a sudden)?
If all of this sounds like a movie you've seen before, it probably is.
Alright, that's all I got for now.
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