Remember MySpace? Yes, you do. Remember MySpace blogs? What a great time to be alive that was. During my MySpace blog heyday, The Max was a toddler. He was a hilarious toddler, mostly because he could talk as clearly as an adult, he was extra small for his age and he only spoke in a Boston accent.
MySpace blogs required you to add pictures with html code, which meant you had to have a photo account on a site like photobucket.com. I was digging through my old pictures on my photobucket page yesterday and found some of the conversations I had made into blogs on MySpace years ago. Being as my MySpace blog is gone forever, I figured I was not cheating to use them as a post on this blog.
He was dead serious.
I am super strong. During this time in my life, I only listened to college radio of the 1980’s. Poor thing never heard a modern song until he was eight years old.
I am going to go and dig through more virtual photos now, and giggle about how I thought adjusting the brightness and contrast in a picture made me feel artistic.
The Pilver 
I’m still writing blogs like that. I am so current.
The last time I looked at myspace was a couple of years ago. I couldn’t find anything. They moved the whole thing around. I got afraid of it and signed out. Just as well – I’m sure there’s some choice embarrassment on there.
Yeah, signing onto MySpace is like going to a house you used to live where there is now different furniture and a weird smell.
Cute!
I didn’t even know there were MySpace blogs.
They were awesome. Essentially, everyone who signed up for MySpace HAD a blog, though not everyone used them.