In which I learn to count up to five
One: the phrase "she snagged a good one," when applied to [redacted college] girls getting engaged to [redacted college] guys, makes me want to barf all over myself.
Two: looking at miscellaneous Facebook profiles of college acquaintences makes me want to barf all over myself. (Not yours, of course. People I'm mostly not "friends" with.) Which means I should probably stop anytime now.
Three: eating a minibag of popcorn seems to be silly if I follow it with eating another one.
Four: if anyone was unsure as to whether one [redacted college] prof had married one [redacted college] student he had been dating, I refer you to a Facebook album entitled "[redacted's] Wedding!".
Five: I should find a job that involves being paid to stalk people on facebook.
Two: looking at miscellaneous Facebook profiles of college acquaintences makes me want to barf all over myself. (Not yours, of course. People I'm mostly not "friends" with.) Which means I should probably stop anytime now.
Three: eating a minibag of popcorn seems to be silly if I follow it with eating another one.
Four: if anyone was unsure as to whether one [redacted college] prof had married one [redacted college] student he had been dating, I refer you to a Facebook album entitled "[redacted's] Wedding!".
Five: I should find a job that involves being paid to stalk people on facebook.