We all know about my mad love for Facebook. I mean, I think I've talked about it quite enough in the few posts I've written already. But, hell, my life revolves around that precious multi-blue-toned web site. I mean, there are times when I am out having a fabulous time with friends, but all I think about is whether or not someone has "liked" or commented on a post of mine. I just need some validation, people!
So, let's discuss Facebook some more. *Sidenote* Oh God, I really hope that at my funeral I am not only remembered for my love of Facebook. I mean, shit, I did some other stuff while I was alive...right? Oh, who the hell am I kidding? I probably won't even be able to have a real, live wedding. It'll have to be done on Facebook.
Anyway, back to my bff, FB. I'm really selective when it comes to who I "allow" to know the FB version of myself (you know - the one where only the flattering aspects - ie, photos - of you are kept around and all the others become "non-existent" -- because if they're not showing up my page, they no longer exist in the world...yes?). Therefore, I delete people and ignore others ALL OF THE TIME. I feel like you shouldn't be angry with me. It's not my fault that FB cut back on the privacy stuff. If it would just go back to not allowing ANYONE to add me on there, I would never have to ignore you. And ignore you. And ignore you. I feel like there are couple of people out there who are either too dense to realize I've already deleted and then, ignored their requests or are determined to beat down my will.
The real reason I'm mentioning this is that today, I was on a friend's FB page. Well, actually, homeboy is a friend of my brother's. So, I look over at the "mutual friends" tab and see that my brother is not there. WHAT THE FUCK? I live with the ass hat and he has UNFRIENDED ME?! I was two seconds away from storming into the kitchen (where I could hear him rumbling around in) and demand to know what the hell is going on. But, then I started thinking. You know, I get drunk and tend to do some really stupid shit. Like, this one time, I deleted EVERY SINGLE person out of my phone in a drunken attempt to delete only one person. So, now I'm sitting in my room wondering: did I get really drunk and mad at him? (Well, yes, that happens often. I tend to not like my brother in any kind of way when I'm drinking). Okay, well did I get really drunk and mad at him and whip out my Blackberry faster than you can say "Betty White is my Lord and Savior" and delete his ass to show him just how angry I was? I dunno. But, it is totally possible. So, as of now, I will sit in my room and continue to contemplate this before storming in there and throwing a beer bottle at his head.
Call me, miss me, love me.
1 comment:
When you say you live with you brother, do you mean you and your brother live with your parents? Not that there's anything wrong with that, I just need to know so i can weigh the pros and cons on being FB friends with a loser/free spirit who lives with her parents and has themed birthday parties.
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