August 2010
110 posts
I'm engaged.
On Facebook. To my best friend, Courtney. We’ve been engaged for like three years, I think. Anyway, today I noticed Facebook has stopped giving me wedding advertisements and have switched to what I call the “You’re never getting married, are you?” advertisements. You know, weight loss supplements, etc al. It’s like, why does Facebook even care if I’m getting married? What are they? My mother?
What are their advertisements for married people?
July 2010
81 posts
“The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time, and still retain the ability to function.”
—F Scott Fitzgerald
New study suggests post-breakup Facebook stalking is totally common. →
io9.com
(via bbook)
No. A study was not necessary to know this. For frick’s sake.
To the Hipsters Who Overheard Some Off-Color Jokes Last Night on Damen
Get a sense of humor, losers. Scooter gangs turn me on.
“So I found her on Facebook. Dude, I don’t even care if she’s a lesbian.”
—Some D-Bag at Clarke’s
Men, According to a Red Sox Fan
- Me: I didn't know he had a brother
- Wittyretort: They're twins.
- Me: Can you like the twin?
- Wittyretort: He's a Yankees fan.
Crap.
I hate when I’m writing a story and suddenly have lost all reasoning behind it. Where was I going with this when I started? Why am I taking a class about the Urban Essay? WHAT THE HELL IS AN URBAN ESSAY?
Man, I can’t wait for grad school to be over.
