I think Facebook may be killing my brain. And not because of the relentless Farmville spam, either, although I seem to have finally locked that down Cuban trade embargo style. People can feed their own damn chickens, it doesn't seem like the sort of activity that would require neighbors
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And, to avoid the inevitable technicality, I consider extensive online interaction through chatting or blogging to qualify as "knowing someone," in that I truly do consider most of my long-time readers friends, even if I've never met them. In some instances and periods of my life, they were more reliable than the people surrounding me in the real world. The faux friends of FB I'm more referring to are "that guy I used to walk past in the hall between second and third period."
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I feel the same way! and it's a damn shame that I have yet to shake your hand, dear friend, considering that I was actually a GA resident for a whole year! If you ever find yourself rolling through Raleigh... then you better post it on my Wall! haha
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