Whoa! Facebook…

In The Daily Drool on February 25, 2010 at 12:13 pm

This morning I woke up early, convinced that the solution to my recent nearly debilitating (okay, I’m exaggerating there) iPhone envy was to go ahead and get one, keeping my Verizon phone as the talky device and the iPhone-ery as the gadget/talker to At&t-ers device.

Yeah.  We’ve already established that my wake-up brain ain’t always the quickest to light.

But I was so taken with the idea that I hopped out of bed at 6:30 a.m. and price checked the masterfulness via internet.  And do you know what?  It’s actually, price-wise pretty close to what I’m already paying to pretend my little LG is a smartphone.  But then, HELLO, I’d be carting around two devices everywhere I went.

Still, I went back to bed convinced that this was the only way to soothe the screaming muse (The muse is also the one that demands impromptu boot purchases and occasional splurges at Cheesecake Factory.  The fact that she’s been privy to neither of these treats for quite sometime due to our present economic meltdown status, has got her all kinds of twitchy.)  Anyway, what was I saying?  Oh, yes, I went back to bed, 15 minutes later still thinking this was brilliant.

Then I got up, went about tackling the MONUMENTAL pile of laundry residing in my hamper/bathroom floor/doorway/you get the picture, and hopped on FB to see what people were up to.  (If I had an iPhone I could do so from the comfort of my laundry plagued bathroom… like it’s so hard to walk the 15 feet to my laptop. Drama queen in action here, folks) And there is was, one of the most mind-blowing facets of being plugged in to your friends ever-blessed-updates…

“My recent ex fiance, NAME OMITTED, had my therapist be the messenger that he was f*cking some married woman.”

(In case you were wondering, she’s got his name up for all to see and shame)


Isn’t it just amazing that we can spread the news of our impending graduation, stolen or broken hearts, and what we had for breakfast, with a few taps of the keys?  We press “Post” and all these little tendrils float out into the cyber world, landing on our friends pages – for them to applaud, commiserate, or just take note of.

I don’t know what to say about my friend’s post.  From the seeming silence, neither does anyone else.

But my sympathies go out to her.

And my lusting mind is temporarily distracted from the iWants.

  1. Wow, I have to admit, I do enjoy the occasional Facebook meltdown, and that looks like a juicy one. Do you ever read FailBooking.com? It’s pretty interesting.

  2. Oh, I will now. That is hilarious!

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