Drunk 20‐ish chick to friends: I’m starving! I should cook something when I get home.
Thug: Don’t lie! You gonna go home, check yo’ MySpace and pass out!

–Astoria‐bound N train

Overheard by: He has a point

Yuppie: I don’t google enough.

–F Train, 7th Ave

Overheard by: imaginexrach

Girl on cell: Not being on Facebook is ruining my life!

–NYU Bus

Overheard by: Asian Kid

Assistant on phone, about her 17‐year‐old daughter’s MySpace page: I find it interesting that she and her friend Shannon have the same friend listed. Some 32‐year‐old guy in California named Tom!

–Office on 42nd & Madison

Overheard by: herspace

Man: I’m going to go home and e‑mail some shameless bitches.

–8th St & Broadway

Grad student at computer, dolefully: Without right‐click I just don’t know what to do with the world.

–Columbia University

Overheard by: Ladle

Twelve‐year‐old nerd: Yeah, man, you know what I’m a do this weekend?
Friend: What, homo?
Twelve‐year‐old nerd: I’m a get drunk, cause I can.
Friend: Then what?
Twelve‐year‐old nerd: Then I’m a get hot chicks to show me their boobs on MySpace.

–N Train

Overheard by: amii.

Hipster: Oh, no, see, that’s the common misconception. MySpace was originally the Friendster for artists.
Girl: Oh.


Tween girl: I mean, she changed her MySpace name to “freaky dancer,” I mean, she needs to take that shit off. Seriously, take it off, because I’m the freaky dancer, no one else is the freaky dancer but me.

–Uptown 6 Train

Man: There will be no more dancing tonight. I broke the pole.

–Times Square

Jumpy drunk guy: I have two options. Dance or fall asleep!

–Blackbird Parlour, Brooklyn

Overheard by: ak

Guy: I’m really into Nijinsky…no homo.

–F Train

Weary looking woman on cell: Six and a half hours of burlesque. I didn’t think there was such a thing as too much burlesque…but I thought wrong.

–Penn Station

Overheard by: McNasty

College girl: And then I would say: “But do you object? Do you object to my vagina dance?”

–Union Square

Preppy kid to friend: She gave me a piece of paper with a phone number, three e‑mails and a MySpace page to make sure I get in touch with her.
Friend: She definitely wants you to touch her all right.

–1st Ave & 9th St

Man: But they’ll talk to us! That’s the problem with calling people — they talk to you!

–Union Square Park

Chick: For one thing, this guy sounds totally sick and perverted; and, for another, what’s his number?

–Party, 140th & Broadway

Overheard by: Mr. P.

Girl on cell: He was like, ‘Thanks for doing that in a text,’ and I was like, ‘Thanks for saying that in an IM.’

–Park Ave & Union Square North

Collegiate on cell: Dude, why the hell are you calling me? I told you, just use MySpace.

–Park Ave South & 19th St

Queer looking at ringing cell: Shit! [Answers phone in pleasant voice] Hi, Andrew!

–11th St & University

Overheard by: Colleen

7‑year‐old little sister: Why do you like taking all those pictures of yourself?
14‐year‐old big sister: It’s called “MySpace”, duh!

–7 Train

Overheard by: Annifer

Girl #1: So I changed my MySpace page to this lake at night with an orange moon.
Girl #2: Orange moon? Are you sure it’s not a sun?
Girl #1: Yeah, it’s night.


Overheard by: Jax

Girl #1: So he sent me a message on MySpace that said: “Hey, a few friends and I have a place at the beach, you should bring some of your friends down so we can get you drunk and take advantage of you.” But he said it in such a nice way, you know…
Girls #2: Yeah, I don’t think there’s like a mean bone in his body, so he can say stuff like that, and it’s totally funny.
Girl #3: I wish my boyfriend was that cool, he gets mad at me because every time we have a fight I go out and get drunk with my friends. He thinks I’m going to get completely wasted and sleep with some random guy or something. It’s so annoying.

–Penn Station

Overheard by: Duran