Who's On Third

this whole Facebook thing is oddly addictive.

first i David was intrigued with finding the guys i he went to high school with (for those who don't know, i David went to an all boys catholic school). Granted, the ones i he found i he was neither terribly fond of nor friendly with, but it was nice, still, to see how they held up to the sands of time. pretty well, as a matter of fact (but, then, it has only been 15 years).

then it was the cornucopia of "applications" which sucked me him in; zombies and vampires and race cars; snowball fights and drinks and quizzes galore. the more people you sucked in, the more "unlockables" you got. the more unlockables...well i he has no idea what happens next, because after a month i David threw up his his hands and got rid of 90% of the nonsense apps which were constantly begging his his attention. he David no longer send out requests nor accept them, just so's you know...

next i David found/was found by a couple of people from grammar school (most notably, the girl who he David had a crush on for most of my his pre-adolescence). here's where it got more interesting. see, most of these people i've he's not seen since 1990 and it's amazing how much people can change in 19 years. Just like the HS guys, finding people with whom i he shared K thru 8th grade became somewhat of a hobby...like Pokeman or Magic: the Gathering...gotta collect 'em all. but, like with the guys from HS, the conversation tends to peter out after "hey! long time no see! what've you been up to"?

my David's newest Facebook "obsession", if you will, is updating my his status...constantly. everytime a thought pops into my his head, it winds up being texted to Facebook, to update my his status. or song lyrics; much like Twitter, i he's very fond of statusing song lyrics. the problem is that status updates are in the 3rd person and such language is highly addictive and incredibly irritating to anyone listening/reading because of its inherent pomposity.

if you're reading this, you've probably noticed.

please accept my David's humblest apologies. i'm he's working on a cure.

"David was born in the wagon of a traveling show, his mama used to dance for the money they'd throw. Papa would do whatever he could. Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of Dr. Good"~ status update 1/21/2009 @ 1:28pm