Alright Facebook, you piece of shit. I have had a Facebook account for a long time. It rode out the MySpace fad, it's been useful to keep in touch with people, and I recently learned how to block updates from those d-bag friends of mine who insist on posting updates 50 fucking times a day. It's changed over the years but I don't really care. I don't do the Farmville. I don't do the Mafia Wars shit. I just use it to casually Facebook stalk friends and to send happy birthday messages because it reminds me to.
I've learned to deal with the stupid updates. I've dealt with the ads and I've dealt with stupid fan pages. (Incidentally, you should become a fan of Hypocritical Irony.) I was OK with all of the stupid bull shit that has been added to Facebook over the last year or so. Even allowing other people to suggest friends to me. Or suggest that I become a fan of this or a supporter of that. I've dealt with it. Of course retarded Facebook shit is what made me so angry on such a regular basis that I had to start this blog, but that is a whole different issue.
Today, though, I've fucking had it. For months now I've gotten little notifications about people I should reconnect with because I haven't talked to them recently. Which is funny, of course, because on more than one occasion it's been Facebook's recommendation to "reconnect" with someone that I talked to in mother fucking person within the preceding 48 hours. But today. Today it was recommended that I reconnect with my friend Wes. Wes died in a motorcycle accident two months ago. Fuck you Facebook. I think about Wes almost every day. I visit his Facebook page frequently. Do you know why I haven't communicated with Wes via Facebook lately, Facebook? Because he's mother fucking dead and I don't need another god damn reminder of that fact on my Facebook fucking homepage. Get fucked Facebook.
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