You refer to yourself and your friends with names such as
"pimpdaddy2000" and "sugarbaby14" on the phone.
You have met more people online than you know in real life.
You constantly type between *stars* to express emotion or your
actions. *rolls eyes*
You use LOL, WBS, LMAO, JK, YGM, or any other net abbreviations, in
real life.
Your chair has an ass-groove because you have nothing better to do
than sit in it.
You have your own email, webpage, every possible messenger, a
message post/board, your own chat, and a telnet talker.
You spend 4 hours or more online each day, on a regular basis.
You are outraged if someone doesn't message you back, and you spam
them with hate mail.
You seem to value what people on the other side of the country think
of you, whom you will most likely never meet anyways, and you burst into
tears if Jiggy007 doesn't say goodbye to you.
You've met more than twenty 17/f/blonde/blue eyes/skinny/big
boobs/professional model people in chats.
You acctually believe they're all big-breasted, blond models.
You threaten to punish someone by banning them from your internet
club or talker, as if it will affect their lives deeply. (oh boo hoo!)
You openly admit your a looser, and rejoice in it.
You dominate all chats and clubs, because you know everyone.
Everyone refers to you as "that cyber bitch" because of your
incessent need to challenge everyone with your opinions
You think that cybersex counts as loosing your viginity.
You have imaginary cyber babies with your cyber
boyfriend/girlfriend. You name them.
Your eyes hurt from staring at the screen, and there's a buildup of
dishes on your desk. You haven't seen the light of day in a while.
You imposter people, ie. Celebrities, on a regular basis.
You SPEAK IN ALL CAPITALS BECAUSE IT'S COOL. Or you condemn those
who do, saying that they're huritng your ears. (It's friggen typing, how
the heck does that hurt your ears?)
Your nickname is garnished with ~'s and *'s and such.
You take your rank as an Admin. in a chat VERY seriously, as if it
were a real profession.
You think you're God, because you're the owner or founder of a
chat/talker.
YEW DUN SPELL RITE N-E-MORE. And you acctually understand that.
You get in a bad mood if you're away from your computer for more
than 10 hours.
You demand a picture from everyone, and you're always posting usless
pictures of yourself. "Here's my left big-toe.."
When you're not online, you're thinking about, or talking about what
you do online.