It’s Sunday again and after a most excellent extended weekend due to APEC (Welcome Gerge W. Bush!) I have buckled under the pressure (and boredom) and got a Facebook account. However, the only people I want to find are not on Facebook. Denim (what the hell is her last name?) from Fort Street High School I think I’ll have to find my yearbook, although I think we both wagged school the day of school photos. I am also keen to find my Swedish friend Lina from Stockholm but I think she’s way too cool for something like Facebook. I think all the interesting cats are secretive about their fabulous lives and the dull ones (present company [i.e. all two of my Facebook friends] excluded, of course) are the ones that harp on about meager achievements (children bred, garden BBQs) and Contiki tours in glorious full-colour, high resolution detail.
Add me as your friend and read the inane details of my life! (e.g. I’m blogging on the toilet.)
A photo of myself and fellow cynic, erroneously entitled Facebook H8rs
While we seem dreamy and happy, I have it on good authority that we all came down with funny tummies (food poisoning?) from the glorious banquet at Al Mustafa. Beware!
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