Fmylife.com is a site of user-submitted of microtragedies (maximum 300 characters.) It’s the online equivalent of drinking with your buddies while discussing fucked up things that happened to you.

An example: Today, I had drunk sex with a girl that I barely know. I didn’t have a condom and was nervous about getting her pregnant, but she assured me that I could pull out. Right when I was about to pull out, she wrapped her legs around me and yelled: “BE MY BABY’S DADDY!” I couldn’t get out in time. FML

Absolutely hilarious—except for the person it happens to. And that’s why the site has become massively popular. A book deal is in the works. As an acronym, FML is on its way to becoming as ingrained as LOL and WTF.

FML combines gossip, rumour, and elements of black humour, making it like a car wreck—you might feel bad, but your eyes are drawn towards it. Of course, no one wants to feel like a bad guy, so the FML staff only accepts stories with a punchline instead of ones that are truly tragic.

But most people’s lives aren’t fucked all the time; usually they are average. Enter mylifeisaverage.com, home of the mundane. Spawned as an imitation of FML, it is on its way to becoming a phenomenon in its own right. A typical entry: Today, I was typing in my password. I knew I had spelled it wrong but I pressed enter anyway. It didn’t work. MLIA.

Reflecting the site’s origin, some of the stories are parodies of fmylife.com, subversions of what you would expect from a typical FML. Today, my girlfriend told me on the phone that we were breaking up. I went outside and the signal improved. MLIA

These sites will be visited every so often for a few minutes of amusement for most, nothing more. But, hey, that describes half of the Internet. MLIA.