I blog because I can't afford therapy and I'm afraid of Facebook. And I'm really angry...
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Ongoing obsession with Facebook
Ahole is blogging about facebook. Ahole is also eating a piece of toast. Wheat toast. Kroger brand. I am holding it in my left hand. I am left handed. I know because that's how I sign my name. And also I took an internet quiz that says I might be left handed. Ahole is wondering what a random 400 people are doing at THIS EXACT MOMENT. Please tell Ahole. Please tell me where you are going today. Please tell me what you had to drink today. Please tell me what you think of the weather. Please tell me what you did yesterday and post some pictures of it, too, while you are at it. What is a story about drinking latte without a photo? How can I visualize you going to work without a visual? How in the world can I really get to KNOW you people called my friends? Ahole is impatiently waiting for the next status update. C'mon, people! Where are you EXACTLY? What are you doing RIGHT NOW??? Ahole doesn't want to take another quiz about herself. Oh but she will. Just to have something to post if someone else doesn't post first. Isn't anyone eating, drinking, reading, shitting, travelling, pondering, talking, thinking, looking??? Tell me NOW. NOW. NOW.
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nuthin. what are you doin?
Thank you. That is such a relief. But I thought everything gohna be funky or something like that... I will confess I just love to waste time on facebook even if I make fun of it. Hell, that's most of the fun...
gettin ready to go skiing tomorrow... I didn't post it because, well, I am afraid of people like me making fun. I'd rather have people I know for sure like me making fun of me.
skiing?
you guys going to Cali?
Yes. We are going to Cali in approx 8 hours and counting. I am excited to go and excited to have the kids try skiing and excited to see everyone but I am so damn "grouchy"(generous word) and I can't snap out of it...See now this could go on fb.
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