I don’t use Facebook much anymore, because anyone with a brain knows that Facebook is terrible. Apart from the long-standing complaints about privacy and insufferable people posting pictures of their own feet from a fucking beach, it’s really only useful as a one-time thing. You make your account. You look up old classmates. And you either a) see if they still look good and then go gratify yourself to any long-dormant sexual fantasies, or b) contact those people, re-kindle your friendship, and then continue that relationship in a place that is NOT Facebook. You meet them for a drink. You email them. You text them. You ask them for a job.
So, I’m thinking about nixing social media from my life. Maybe just for a little while. Maybe forever. Standby for actual action.
I’m contemplating buying us Jay-Z & Beyonce concert tickets. SHOULD I??!?! In Philly. Or Baltimore? Or NY! #wishyoucouldanswermerightnow #isitpouringdownrainthere
Scientists noticed the phenomenon when mice and rats did not react to pain in the presence of men. They ran an experiment and found it had to do with certain pheromones produced by men.
I also just sent this to Sach and asked if he has to wear Tali’s perfume to work. Too much??? (Also apologized for not bringing in the trash cans Tuesday - Ooops. I DID take them out though. Proud? - This is the part where I start telling you about all the wonderful things I’ve done while you’re gone so you can be really proud of me. Ready? Go.) #youknewthiswascoming #idontworkfofree
Uh, I found Tali’s blog?!?!? Or something.
The final vote count was 54 to 42, short of the 60 votes needed to advance the measure.
Minimum Wage Increase Fails (AKA the NAM is very happy)
Your subliminal messaging and (what I’m sure is) general misery, partnered with my kind-of-awful memory and deep desire to tell you ev. ree. thing. (or at least the good parts - I’ll leave out my laundry performance and credit card statement) have convinced me to pick up this old thing (*gasp* this ollleee thanggg) again.