Done with Facebook

For my reasons, please read previous post, and I do hope this time it's for good.

Facebook has ruined friendship and love

My friend Carrie and I have had this conversation. We don't like how with FB you can "friend" someone you don't care about. It was with this in mind, that we pared down our old pages and started new ones, the idea being that the friends on our new pages would be our real friends.

That said, one of my "real" friends has over 500 FB friends. The egotistical part of me wonders where I rank..499 perhaps?

I also see the word "love" bantered about. For example "love you!" someone will comment or post.

I want the word love to mean something. And I want to know who my real friends are.

for no one (revisited)

read or sing to the tune "For No One" by the Beatles

You waste time

past your prime

and still you think that

that everyone can see you

he no longer needs you

You get sick

he leaves town

and then he wonders

why that hurts you

he no longer needs you

and in your heart

you feel nothing

what good are feelings anyway

you cry for no one

and wish your problems away

You lose steam

but you dream

you dream that someday

he'll appreciate your efforts

but he doesn't need you

You're selfish

still you wish

you wish that when you pass on

that he won't forget you.

But from his heart

you feel nothing

no sign of love behind the words

but he keeps talking

too bad that you cant hear a thing.

The Princess and the Prune Prance through Pendleton

The Prune says to the Princess, "I'm looking for adventure. Can you take me on your quest to meet the cowboy from Idaho known as CMC?"

"Sure Thang Honey!"

The one called Prune was aptly named, because at age 44, her skin was rather wrinkled. The one called Princess was also aptly named. Tall and beautiful, she was every cowboy's dream.

And so one day, these two opposites drove the dusty highway in a red bug, armed only with cookies and enough clothes for overnight. About mid-day, they got tired and pulled over and checked into the nearest motel.

Princess gets a ringy dingy.

Princess? This here is the cowboy CMC. meet me for grub at sundown.

Can I bring my friend prune? She's extra ripe.

Well. I'm not big on prunes, but I'll try one.

It should be noted that the cowboy CMC was also an outlaw, wanted in several western states for stealing horses and bibles. It was the princess and the prune's goal to bring him to justice. Having grub with him would give them their chance.

CMC, Princess, and Prune met up at an old saloon in downtown. Princess and Prune were in their cowgirl finest sitting having beers, when they heard the sound of spurs--kching, kching, kching.

"Hey You!" Princess says to CMC. "Mighty good to see you."

"Pleasure's mine Little Missy,"CMC responded in a voice barely audible.

Prune, easily offended, got red in the face and demanded, "Who in the hell are you calling 'Little Missy?'" and kicked CMC in the knees, and then threw her bag of cookies at him, leaving quite a mark on his left eye.

"Good job, Prunie!" Princess said. "I'll tie him up and we can put him in the back of the bug and take him to jail."

And they did just that. Their reward? Two dollars.

And a dozen cookies

Comments Welcome

Please use this opportunity to tell me something you want me to know before I die. Self-serving, but sue me.

messages unsent

Dear Scott and James, if you had a retarded daughter, would you still think it funny that the popular boys pretended to want to go out with her? This message also goes to anyone who knew about your evil prank. You have no idea how much that hurt me. My problem...just oversensitive.

Dear mean girls, if you had a retarded daughter, would you want others to threaten to beat her up...just because? My sister actually thinks you made death threats. Your lucky that if you did, I don't remember.

Dear Creator, Do you really love me if you allow me to me to roam a world that doesn't belong to me?

I'll take my answer off the air.

my fantasy world

I am 5 foot nine and my name is Roxanne. I have long hair and it looks great wet. I brush it and guys want to ask me out. They ignore my companion who looks like a kindergartner. If she just told herself she was as perfect as I am, she would be, but she just wants to whine and not do anything about her circumstances. She has the nerve to eat when she is probably 100 pounds overweight.

My God screwed up making her and now Darwin is taking over. It is no accident that she was made of such faulty material that God didn't want to pass it on. Also she has a brain tumor. Again, faulty material. Sure, her parents think she's perfect, but now, it's her peers she's has to live with.

She is good, but not great, and it can be painful to be merely good in the midst of greatness, and with a brain tumor, one can only cling to the fantasy of greatness. Fantasizing can be better than realizing.