Dear Facebook,
Thank you for allowing me to get in touch with some of my old friends. It’s really great that we can keep tabs on one another communicate in meaningful ways again after all of these years. Thank you also for providing a venue in which to interact with some new friends.
But let’s face it…if it weren’t for the Scrabulous application, I’d probably be leaving your sorry ass.
To those of you who are so gracious as to have accepted my request for Facebook friendship, please keep the following in mind:
I do not want to “be a vampire”.
I do not need to know what my stripper name is.
I do not need a virtual happy hour. It pales in comparison to the real thing, anyway.
Who or what the hell is Vodkarella?
If I don’t accept your request for me to join these applications, please don’t take it personally. I’m just not interested in using the site that way. I’d much prefer to bring you a real gift, like a basket of tomatoes.
Signed,
Assertagirl.
I can answer the last one – Vodkarella is Karen Rani of http://www.troll-baby.com
EXACTLY my feelings.
Amen to that.
Ah, that’s why they call you Assertagirl.
Bossy stops short of that type of digital social networking, her day is already sucked dry by her computer.
I can Twitter, but that is all. Ok, I IM as well, but not as often. Blah.
Agreed.
preach it, sistah.
…and for THE LOVE OF JEEBUS…WHY are they POKING me?