Drive-by am not kidnapped by aliens post

[blamebrampton]

Brammers: Oh god, apparently five of my friends have invited me to be on Facebook.

Brammers' young friend: OMIGOD! I can't believe you're not on Facebook! You should totally be there!

B: I'm old, dear, the first number in my age is a four.

BYF: You're NOT old. And besides, my mum is in her forties and she's on Facebook.

B: I'm old and I have no children I need to stalk on Facebook. Also, I'll just be over there having a little cry for the next few minutes ...



Back to the work, editing and writing. Slowly catching up!

Comments

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

Facebook? Do. Not. Want.

Why would I want that guy that used to pick his nose in 8th grade saying hey to me? Er? Who are you and why are you excited that we've reconnected? Or god, my first boyfriend. or my first prom date or my first... yeah. Do. Not. Want.

Have moved away from my home town and LOVE the fact that I don't get asked 'I haven't seen you in ages! What's new?' by virtual strangers that expect me to give them actual answers. o.O

[bryoneybrynn.livejournal.com]

Have moved away from my home town and LOVE the fact that I don't get asked 'I haven't seen you in ages! What's new?' by virtual strangers that expect me to give them actual answers. o.O

I heart you SO HARD! lol

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

Hee! It's true though!

Honestly, does that person you went to highschool with that you cannot for the life of you remember their name REALLY need to know how you are or what you're doing with your life? um... no. And nor do they care other than to tell the next person they bump into.

I just never know what to say. :/

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

YES! If I accidentally run into such people in real life, I have the option of running away or climbing a tree. I moved continents to escape some of those people.