Happy...what was the date again?
Wednesday:
Dear Facebook,
What is the date? Things have been a little hectic lately, there's a date around now that's at the back of my brain, and I feel there is something importa...
Facebook: 6 Billion ads and posts from racists, assholes, narcissists, oversharing family, game requests...
Oh, yeah, that's why we don't visit facebook.
Dear Tumblr,
Tumblr: Porn. Porn. Story. Porn. Social Justice firebombing campaign against non-fans of some singer no one ever heard of. Porn. Porn. Porn. Fanfic.
Never mind.
OKay. I know there is an important date coming up. I just can't remember what exactly. I knew it yesterday before more shit came down. Now, I know it today, I just can't quite recall. To the LiveJournal, I guess.
Dear LiveJournal,
Livejournal: So, you're coming back two days in a row. What's wrong? Did someone die? Am I finally your tenth choice site again? Your other whores all busy? You know what, I don't care. I just don't care anymore. Here's your 35 missed posts, take them and leave.
Okay. What the hell was that about? Goodbye.
THURSDAY:
Dear Livejournal, I'm sorry.
Livejournal: You missed a friend's birthday yesterday. I usually remind you about these things, but you don't check your messages from me. That will teach you to screen your calls, ya bastard.
There are no messages. I always get the important...Wait! Birthday! Oh.
Uh...Happy Belated Birthday, huntersglenn?
I really did intend not to forget! It's just, I had no idea what freaking date it was until this afternoon when I woke up for the hundredth time. Not sleeping great fucks with your timing and schedule. But, enough about me.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY! *Throws confetti* How the hell you doing? Did you have a good time? You get everything you wanted? Any of your enemies get locked up? Are you old enough to qualify for historic building status yet?
Dear Facebook,
What is the date? Things have been a little hectic lately, there's a date around now that's at the back of my brain, and I feel there is something importa...
Facebook: 6 Billion ads and posts from racists, assholes, narcissists, oversharing family, game requests...
Oh, yeah, that's why we don't visit facebook.
Dear Tumblr,
Tumblr: Porn. Porn. Story. Porn. Social Justice firebombing campaign against non-fans of some singer no one ever heard of. Porn. Porn. Porn. Fanfic.
Never mind.
OKay. I know there is an important date coming up. I just can't remember what exactly. I knew it yesterday before more shit came down. Now, I know it today, I just can't quite recall. To the LiveJournal, I guess.
Dear LiveJournal,
Livejournal: So, you're coming back two days in a row. What's wrong? Did someone die? Am I finally your tenth choice site again? Your other whores all busy? You know what, I don't care. I just don't care anymore. Here's your 35 missed posts, take them and leave.
Okay. What the hell was that about? Goodbye.
THURSDAY:
Dear Livejournal, I'm sorry.
Livejournal: You missed a friend's birthday yesterday. I usually remind you about these things, but you don't check your messages from me. That will teach you to screen your calls, ya bastard.
There are no messages. I always get the important...Wait! Birthday! Oh.
Uh...Happy Belated Birthday, huntersglenn?
I really did intend not to forget! It's just, I had no idea what freaking date it was until this afternoon when I woke up for the hundredth time. Not sleeping great fucks with your timing and schedule. But, enough about me.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY! *Throws confetti* How the hell you doing? Did you have a good time? You get everything you wanted? Any of your enemies get locked up? Are you old enough to qualify for historic building status yet?