'yeah right,' and 'ouch'

were my two reactions this morning when i realized that friendster's making fun of me.
ever feel like a supposedly friendly website was cracking a joke at your expense? doesnt feel good, does it?
friendster does this thing lately where they present you with clearly fictional data about your network of friends. they suggested that my ivy league, largely homosexual and artsy group of friends and colleagues had the following buzzwords as their most popular searches (out of the ten crazy 'facts,' these were my three faves):
#1. body language flirting
#5. guys in jockstraps
#9. private school rankings
it's so doubtful that 'body language flirting' was ever typed into a search field by any of my e-pals. let alone five-times more often than 'guys in jockstraps.'
i'm troubled by so many aspects of these fake rankings, and it's the first time i've felt less than 690% positive about my friendster experience.
come on, friendster, if youre gonna be a dick, be a real dick. look at my friends, read their questionnaires, study their pictures, and then get back to me. i don't think our supposed searches would be anything like your suggestions. let me take a stab at making some up.
#1. haruki murakami
#2. true horoscopes
#3. paris hilton one-liner
#4. ipod insurance
#5. confidence pills
#6. fashion week scalper
#7. free bars, brooklyn
#8. american idol
#9. low-carb poppers
#10. paying jobs
there. happy? ive turned on my own. and the worst part is: i learned it from you, friendster. i learned it from you.