Just because there are werewolves and vampires jumping around all over the place, that doesn't mean the MySpace police can just treat you like you were a piece of meat. So I'm making my account, and some wise-ass MySpace cop starts strip searching me because apparently I might be a werewolf. I tell him, "No officer, I'm not enjoying this," and "why the hell do you want to know who my daddy is?" By this point I had realized that he was probably not really a cop. So I ran off, and I remembered what I said the last time I was raped, and turned back and repeated it to him. "Ble ble vlark. Zark noradda toh, mezza relio, camplusi." That kept him guessing for what I would assume was several hours, but I had already left the area before fathoming that which I had said.

So now I was walking alone through the "browse" section of MySpace, and thinking all the while about the possible appearance of a werewolf or vampire, and immediately I looked up from my dilemma, and to my mild shock, a werewolf was standing right in front of me! So I said to him, "What are you gonna do, kill me?" To which he replied, simply, "Yes." I stood looking dumbly, not quite shocked, but corrected. "OK then," I finally stated, "go about your business." What was I to do? he had me cornered, until, to my amazement, I saw a vampire! Wow! Robert Pattinson had come to rescue me! I kinda wished it was that red-headed girl who was his sister in the movie, but still, I was happy, finally realizing that maybe vampires were the good guys, but nobody knew it. He jumped down from the profile pic of one "__*gAnGsTa*BoY*__." Don't ask me why, and I won't tell, let's put it that way.

He swooped in front of my new werewolf friend like a vampire-bat out of hell, and said, in as flat and emotionless a tone as possible, "Gary, step away from the kid." Wow! Robert Pattinson! Vampires! A werewolf named Gary! This story really has EVERYTHING, huh? So, Gary looks at RoPa, and sneers. "Look, dude. We all know you need to keep up appearances for the schoolgirls who love you so much, but stop buggin' me! Go on with yourself, when was the last time you saw a schoolgirl who was in love with a werewolf? Get out of here!" By this point, I had realized that Gary and RoPa were going to be going at it for a while, which many schoolgirls would love to have seen. So, I casually walked out of the scenario, and back to my page.

And that's the reason I'm cursing MySpace police. Yep. That's the only reason. It has nothing to do with the ticket I got while driving up to the "making an account" booth, which I'M NOT PAYING, by the way. I refuse. Nope, nada. Zip for them. Okay, fine, I'll pay.