Everywhere I go there is Facebook.  Do I want to sign in with Facebook?  Do I want to cross -post something on Facebook?  Do I want to post this score on Facebook?

I have a Facebook page because I wanted to look at some else’s page.  Now, someone has posted my picture on it, I get messages from all over asking if I was ever married to Angel Boobs Smith or if I have relatives in East Armpit, Arkansas, of if I was in the service in Operation Enduring Fuckup.

I have 30 people waiting for me to OK their being friends, including some I’ve never heard of.  I keep getting reminders I have messages and duties awaiting on Facebook.

Facebook and Twitter are two things I don’t do.  My life is not that interesting, and if I don’t think mine is you can imagine what I think of yours.  Email is great, love it, but those two things are a pain in my treasured, pampered butt.