an initial thought – really? why did so many people think it was a good idea to put halloweeen pictures up as their facebook profile pictures? I question this for the pure principle of it, knowing that I risk offending many - too many - acquaintances. And, yes, of course I’m afraid of offending acquaintances but not friends, which strides hand-in-hand with the paradoxical ease in which i fight with those closest to me over toilet paper roll replacement, as opposed to the nonexistence of me fighting with an acquaintance over…well, practically anything except maybe how much Heidi & Spencer make me want to projectile vomit all over your coffee table (your coffee table, not mine; I do not watch that show voluntarily, though I concede that I recognize its pop culture significance; I add that we seriously need to try learning a new language or something rather than supplementing our already pathetically dramatic lives with more pathetic drama; though, if it keeps girls away from cross stitching, so be it. Cross stitching is really such a useless, useless hobby. I have finally come to terms with that.).
so, do not be offended; just listen: you’re taking the one pictorial part of your profile that is supposed to be representing you, and instead you’re putting a picture up of you … representing… something else…?
Am I not rightfully concerned about this undoubtedly short-lived phenomenon? Does it reflect a lack of people’s self-awareness? self-loathing? things to do? OR, by showing off their dick-in-a-box costumes, are they trying to reflect to facebookers everywhere their fantastically original sense of humor…? Hopefully the revelation of the wayward reasoning on that one is instantly apparent.
let’s not even delve into profile pictures of:
dogs
kids
ultrasounds
cartoon characters
ribbons
other inanimate objects
I mean, I know you own things like kids and whatever, and that you watch things and stand for things, but come on – it’s FACEbook for chrissake.
anyway, I am tired of writing about stupid facebook and also concerned that, after such a long blog hiatus, I have returned with… this. Ah, I have missed the liberation of word vomit that no one is required to read. or agree with.
And I do apologize to the masses (think: autistic person’s definition of “masses”) for not blogging for some time now. I blame it all on the nascent acquisition of a boyfriend. it’s definitely been cramping my style. I mean, I actually have someone to physically talk to now, though I have to admit that nothing clever ever really comes out of my mouth. The inversely correlated amount of making out that I have done compared to blogging has taken a toll on my intelligence; he begged me to write something again so he could be assured that my IQ wasn’t really falling at a rate that would cause him to break up with me in exactly 8 days (I have brains, not boobs; don’t act like I don’t know what I’m working with here.).
No, obviously I’m kidding. But he did want me to write about him, so there it is. Ok, fine. Also, he’s a really nice guy. Some would even say really, really nice.
