Dear Xanga,
I am sorry that you're feeling so left out. It's a real shame what's happened. A few years ago, you were the man. The Man. You were edgy. Blogging wasn't yet a buzzword. People came to you and really opened up. "Like, today I totally talked to David and he was all 'What?' And I was all like 'huh?' LOL." These are the kind of gems that people filled your virtual pages with. But now, alas, you are a mere stepping stone to myspace. Anymore, it seems that the only thing written in you is " Sorry I haven't written in so long. I don't really use Xanga anymore. Myspace is teh rulz lol!!!!!1!!" At least people still overuse dumb abbreviations like LOL. It's not your fault that the internet culture passed you up for the culturally cliched Myspace. You, one of the biggest progenitors of online diary writing (C'mon, we both know that's all blogging really is) can't be blamed that Myspace and Youtube have been scooped up by society as the super-hot "it" thing. I am just as much to blame as anyone else. I barely even check on you, let alone write in you, because hey, facts are facts. The list of subscribers on the left side (conveniently set up for sorting by updated pages) hasn't moved substantially in a long time. I don't get comments anymore because nobody reads anymore.
Good night, Xanga. And good luck.
Aaron
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