The Obligatory Facebook Rant
My biggest mistake was signing up to that festering mound of shight. Urgh, where to begin...
1) I don't want to know when someone's mood has changed from moderately happy to quite happy;
2) Just because I don't go on facebook everyday to check every freakin event that's going on doesn't mean that my lack of attendance symbolises an undying hatred;
3) I don't want some creepy company in Nigeria knowing where I live in exchange for allowing me to play Pac-man;
4) Good point Freddy Woo, a message to those bullys out there: you were a cunt in highschool, odds are you still are. No, I don't want to be your mate. Remember that time you took all my books out of my bag and threw them into a great stonking puddle? God that was so inspired! We're not fucking "bezzie mates" you fucking personification of AIDS;
5) Don't contact me if your sole aim is to insult my choice of favourite films, music, whatever. A "Hi, how are you?" wouldn't go amiss;
6) Joining 50 million groups or having an equally ridiculous amount of added "friends" is not an achievement, and you should not brag about it as such;
7) That time I poured my heart and soul out to you... don't freakin write about it for all to see or worse upload a secret recording of it. Not cricket;
To be honest, peer pressure, the old 'If you can't beat them, join them', got me onto it in the first place. Bad mistake. Curse you proverbs *shakes fist*
( Uncle Phallus Strong like fly, fast like elephant, Thu 11 Sep 2008, 23:30, Reply)