MySpace?!?!?!

I was under the impression that if anyone was searching for me on MySpace; they'd look me up, see I'm not there (except some poser with my exact name), and that would be it.
Boy, was I wrong.

I got an email a couple weeks ago from a former co-worker. It was sent to a really old email inbox, that I check once a month maybe longer. It somewhat said, "Are you still at this email. Call me"

Let's just say this. This co-worker and I are friends and she has my phone number, so I marked off any emergency. I haven't spoken to her in months. We are not lost friends. I thought this email was intended for gossip. Seriously, that's all we have for each other nowadays.

Last week, I checked that email again and she had another message for me, simply stated "CALL ME".

Okay, all caps get my attention, so I call her. She is basically laughing her fanny off from the time I say hello. She tells me this long winded story about how, the person who now has my old telephone extension is getting random messages for me (3 years after I left the place). It was a joke because they all assumed it was some bill collector. Then one day, the person at that extension picked up the phone and spoke to my mystery caller.

It was my old college roommate! My roomie from UT. We were the best roomies ever, peeps were jealous that we got along so great. We had the pimp room and would host movie marathon nights every Wednesday night (she was a film major).

We got separated because I got greedy and decided to live in the cleaner, more up to date all girls' dorm across campus (which I eventually got kicked out of for having a boy in my room--it was completely innocent! We were studying. Fo' real)

After I transferred back home to San Antonio, we still kept in touch and went on mini vacays to the coast. We were mad fun together.
Somehow the telephone calls dwindled and we never heard from each other.

Apparently she had sent many emails to my poser self on MySpace and never heard back from poser me. She remembered that the last time we spoke I worked at such and such and she remembered the extension! (The person there now doesn't have a personal voicemail message; she has the computerized automated outgoing message).
My old roomie gave her number to the girl to pass on to me.
Hence this long ass story.

Cut to half an hour ago: I called Old Roomie.

GET THIS!
ARE YOU READY?
REALLY READY?
WAIT FOR IT...

She lives here in Dallas! Down the road! Literally less than 5 minutes from me...all this time, well for year. But, still.
Can you believe it?

We could only speak for a few minutes because she is about to head out for an interview (we're both unemployed!!)

I cannot wait for her to call me back. Can you see me clapping my hands and jumping for joy...someone else to play with during the day! And reunited cause it feels so good.
I just cannot wait.

Oh and I am so joining MySpace, for real. Who else is looking for me?
Unless you want to share a scary story or warning so I don't, let me know.