Friday night:
10:30, two glasses of wine, my dog is ignoring me, and
Facebook is open. I would say that I don’t have a problem but this is the
second night in a row that I find myself in this ever so lonely situation. Yes,
I could call my boyfriend, friends, or sisters…but, I HAVE FACEBOOK! So, now I
will proceed to molest its face off.
Act 1: “HOMEGIRL HAS A BABY?!”
I have found this to be a question I ask my computer screen
and myself on a daily basis. Though it has become a part of my routine, I find
myself appalled at the number of unwed peers I have with children. I am 19.
Act 2: “HOMEGIRL HAS TWO BABIES?!”
I have nothing more to say on this topic..
Act 3: “REACHING OUT.”
After thoroughly stalking people I never talk to, I have
decided to reach out to them. I tried this once on a girl I went to
high school with. I commented on her status and she quickly followed up by deleting
my post. To be fair, she was trying to be inspirational in saying, "Don’t worry about people from your
past - there’s a reason they didn’t make it to your future..." I guess,
“Shit just got real” wasn’t the type of response she was looking for.
Act 4: “Making no sense.”
Things have become boring, so, I
proceed to ask my best friend via Wall Post, “Why is ‘poop’ such a funny word?”
I am still awaiting her response, but in the mean time I would like to raise
another question that makes no sense to me, “What does ‘GOP’ stand for?” To be
honest, I don’t really care but I feel as though I should. And also, I never
found Fun Dip to be fun. It was just
sticky, gross, and never had enough of the Blue Berry flavor. Hey Fun Dip, NOBODY LIKES GRAPE!
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