Friendster Whore
Some have described me as a Friendster-whore. While the misnomer may be true in the sense that I waste oodles of time on Friendster, I am by far NOT a whore. There will never be any illicit photos of my arse or boobage, nor anything provocative other than good travel photography and an occasional gal-friend wearing little on a night out. That being the case, I have managed to turn Friendster into a competition with my pal Clammy. Most women do better on Friendster simply because most of the viewers on Friendster are men and men want to oogle women. At the end of November, I had a goal of 300 hits to my profile. Unfortunately, I fell short at 299 midnight on the 30th and I wouldn't get my next hit until around 2AM. (Yes, I was still watching the profile hit count). For December, I continued in my endeavor for a popular profile and was joined in this by Clammy. We bet-for food, natch-that the winner would be treated to a scrumptious meal at Din Tai Fung by whomever had the least hits (around 370 to her paltry 326) by December 31st @ noon. Of course.... I won. Clammy is kicking my John David Booty this month but I've already secured my place in history. To the victor go the dumplings (TM-Yeeker) [Mmm... dumpling recipe]
