I just opened up my "Liar" e-mail account and found that I have a metric-but-load of new messages - all from Facebook -, which is roughly triple the amount of messages I've ever gotten at that address in it's existence.
Apparently Ms. Dena thought it would be fun to forcibly pop my social-networking cherry, so now I'm stuck in e-spreader bars, with a train of "friends" clogging up my inbox and regions beyond.
So to clear things up, The DCLies Facebook account is not me, but rather Ms. Dena pretending to be me, which is fine, because she'll probably make a better me than I would. Furthermore, I may take up the account eventually, get bored with it, and then at an indeterminate point transfer it back to Dena. We also may both take custody of the account and use our pre-nascent iParenting skills to neglect the account until it is forcibly removed from us by the online equivalent of the DCFS.
Crystal clear, right?
Fuck it; here's a picture that explains it:
5 comments:
127 e-mail messages is far from a fuck-ton. I get that if I take a Friday off at work. Buck up!
That's all fine with me. I never bothered to look at your facebook page after I accepted your friendness, because I assumed that you wouldn't give a crap about it anyway.
Both Steener and I just decided independently that we will delete "you".
So which you is the real you?
Bah... you know me dude... I will find you no matter what hole you fall into... whether you like it or not... 127 email messages... that's about half the number of texts my daughter sends me a day... yep... kid's got a cel phone with unlimited texting... 5th sign of the appocalypse.
you've got the guns... Jake and I are bringin' the ammo...
have a nice day...
Natemeister
I have a blogger account but forgot all my sign in info cause the only fucker I care to talk to on here is you... so fuck it I am anonymous... well sort of...
Natemeister
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