I'll be watching you.
Anyway, in the end he decided not to make it an issue so we're not inviting her (she just broke up with one of his good friends anyway so now he has an excuse if any of her friends say anything to him). But before that I looked her up on myspace where she has a zillion pictures of herself and for some reason I can't stop looking at them. And reading those stupid messages. I'm sick, I know. Kind of like the whole checking my ex's xanga thing. And this is why the love-hate relationship with the internet. And the hate-hate relationship with myspace. I don't have a myspace account precisely so that I won't end up wasting my time doing this stupid crap.
Damn Friendster, Xanga and MySpace, they make stalking people way too easy. This can't be good for my OCD. I'm banning myself from going anywhere near myspace ever again.
