Another disturbing My Space story....

Ok, fine. I hope when I die that some of you will PM me in death, because you never did so in life. I was hoping to avoid the humiliation of pointing out that I have no friends, but now IJAG has exposed me, so I guess I'll go hang myself, and 10 years from now you can talk about how I was like the Kurt Cobain of posters.

 

Ignore IJAG ... helps one's sanity.

 

Here's the link to the Pioneer Press story

http://www.twincities.com/mld/twincities/15906184.htm

You may have to sign in, if you do, remember www.bugmenot.com.

 

Hush. I still have the PM from you with several links to a series of stories, and the one to the Marjorie Williams piece I loved so much.

 

Does this mean I have to PM Double D now, before it's too late? ???

 

Sounds like the girl packed a lot into her life, which is good, since she's going to be a resident of Slammerville soon.

 

That site is morbidly amazing.

 

Yeah, it's like that one preacher; he must get a certain number of PMs, or God will take him.

 

Sounds like she packed a lot of things into other places as well.

(Ok, that was just wrong.)

 

But funny.

 

God, if you don't get the desire to live life more fully after seeing some of those freakish causes of death, you ain't reading none too closely.

 

Since you're already dead, would it be uncouth for me to suggest you were less the Kurt Cobain of posters, and more the Michael Hutchence of posters?