Thursday, March 08, 2007

I have a problem...

I'm addicted to Facebook!

What the hell is this thing, and where the hell did it come from? Who is the evil, evil person who came up with this bright idea?

I got an invite like a month ago, and signed up, but never went back. Then suddenly, this week I got like four more invites. So yesterday I officially got on there, and started looking for people. Actually, the most fun thing is browsing everyone else's friends and finding people that way, cause it turns out I'm not as great with names as I thought I was. Plus, people get married, and the crazy ladies who don't live in Quebec actually change their names when they get married. Crazy girls. (just kidding - it's so weird here, for those of you who don't live here, it is actually EXTREMELY difficult to change your name when you get married. People rarely do it officially.)

Anyway, so I've been stuck on Facebook all morning, even though I have to do my payroll.

Oh, also, yesterday I got bit in the face by a six month old lab. I was trying to grab her collar to give her back to her owner (she chased my group down the trail, and the owner hadn't even brought a leash with him - dumbass), and she just jumped right up and mouthed me in the face with her sharp little puppy teeth. My face was of course frozen, since it is minus one million degrees outside, so it really hurt, but she didn't break the skin, thank goodness. Nor did I lose an eye. This time.


Jenn said...

Hehe, *rubs her hands maniacally*...yes...yes! The dark side has you now!

I'm actually starting to get scared about how much time I spend on Facebook now. I feel like I'm in one big Skinner box, and sometimes when I press the bar, I find a new friend.

Jallápenno said...

I guess I'm lucky in that I can't get to it at work. They block all the good stuff! I too found myself over the break spending like, hours, just checking out friends of friends of friends, poking people rather than risking the rejection of a friendship request. Good times. It's fun to see the pictures too, holy cow.

On a sidebar, it's remarkably easy to change your name officially here in NB. A trip to SNB is all it takes, but then all the banking and shit takes a bit longer. Ah well. I wasn't that attached to my maiden name anyway.