Sunday, June 29, 2008

Facebook, And It's All Your Fault

Once upon a time people wrote letters. Then they wrote e-mail. And now they quip via social networks. Which means my mailbox was not as full as it once was, a situation I found most grievous. So now I'm on Facebook, and my lovelies are saying ha-ha-ha I knew you'd do it sooner or later; or ha-ha-ha I can't believe you're on Facebook; or shoot, now you're on Facebook; or—my favorite—what the hell are you doing on Facebook? All I can say is if you people ever wrote e-mail, I wouldn't be on Facebook. I am so, so, so mad at you.

*turns on heel and goes to...Facebook*

5 comments:

Gura said...

muwahahaha! And now your facebook notification will be filled with all sorts of crazy apps to superpoke, join entourages, buy/sell friends (I blocked this one because I don't like the idea of buying or selling anyone). Question is, which Veronica Montes on facebook are you?

ver said...

I'm just glad that superpoking isn't painful in any way. I can't believe how many people are named Veronica Montes! This one's me:

http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=629935592

Come over and...poke me or send me some pancit canton...

Tracey said...

Had I known you were about to hurl yourself from the building, I would have got a large cartoonish awning or something to soften your fall.

I would have sent you more email t the very least.

~sub diva, not on facebook

ver said...

Ah, case in point. I've received forty-three bazillion messages at Facebook from friends/family while—during the same timeframe—I've probably received six (six! so sad) e-mails...

In the words of Shania Twain (someone HELP ME ALREADY): Come on over, come on over baby...

kmargrett said...

lol oh nooo, facebook is evil.

i know, because my name is kristine and i'm a facebookaholic.