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Are you addicted to MySpace?

by Karen Maylone

This is a user-written personality test created with the Personality Test Generator. Rum and Monkey isn't responsible for its content, however good or bad it may be.

OK, so you're a MySpace member. But how committed are you? Is MySpace simply a weekly distraction or is it a daily (hourly!) obsession? Take this test and find out.

It's 8 a.m. You are:

Sleeping.

Duh, on MySpace! And I've been on for an hour already!

At work, doing my job.

Checking my e-mail, checking voice mails, and quickly checking MySpace messages.

Your friends list total is somewhere between:

0 - 20

over 60

41 - 60

21 - 40

Your Mail Center Inbox is:

Empty.

Filled with a few old messages from friends.

Pretty sizeable.

Jam-packed with messages from close friends and "online buddies."

It's 2 p.m. You are:

Working.

Checking MySpace, but only for a moment.

Duh, on MySpace, and I've been on for seven hours already!

Doing anything other than perusing for shirtless twenty-somethings online.

You found out your friend is getting married because:

You ran into her fiance who told you in person.

Your other friend messaged you and told you.

You read her blog.

She told you on the phone last night.

If there was a class in MySpace navigation, you'd get a:

Gold star!

Silver medal.

Bronze shoe.

Piece of coal.

"Blog," "Bulletin," and "Profile Views" are everyday language to you:

Most definitely.

They used to be. I'm trying to wean myself . . .

What's a "blog"?

Fuck no.

You're aware that you can block users who annoy you, see if a friend has forwarded your sent messages, and subscribe to the blogs you want to read daily.

Of course I am. I do that stuff all the time.

Yes, I'm aware. But I don't really pay attention to that stuff anymore.

No, really?

And why should I care?

When MySpace is "Undergoing Maintenance," you:

Freak the hell out! I was just in the middle of writing a message!

Wait until Tom's done maintaining.

Don't even notice.

Curse Tom and vow not to get lured into MySpace ever again.

It's 8 p.m. You are:

Hanging out with friends.

Trying to stay away from the computer, though you are curious if you've got any new messages . . .