I was going to discuss Facebook and what a complete waste of time it is but that's pretty obvious. Do you suppose that there are people who actually make a living creating those motivational or humorous thingees with pictures of mountain vistas or women drinking wine at ten in the morning? Do we really know if any of those quotes attributed to everyone from the Dali Lama to Mark Twain are accurate? Do we care? Do we care if someone believes that god is a force in their life? Do we believe that Splenda is going to kill us? Does anyone not know that eating double cheeseburgers is probably not good for us?
My favorite "friend" on Facebook is the Rolling Stones. I'm not kidding you.
Okay. This came from Facebook. It's sort of funny.
Also, I do love some people's posts. When they write stuff themselves. My friend Togi, who is a friend in real life as well as in Facebook World writes things like this:
One of my deepest fears has always been that I would awake one day from a week long bender to discover that I had somehow been elected into office.
Facebook is the tool I use to ensure that never happens.
This is a great reason to be on Facebook but I'm pretty sure that
(a) I'm never going to go on a week long bender, and
(b) I am never going to be elected to anything at all.
And I have to admit that I do enjoy some of the pictures that my friends post. Here's a great picture of Billy at work:
That's him on the left.
Yeah. I spend way too much time on Facebook. Lurking. I think Hank was right when he said that the internet was invented for two reasons:
Watching cat videos and porn.
I've never watched porn online. What is wrong with me? Do I really think that GOD is watching me? That if I die someone is going to check out the history on my computer's internet searches and be shocked, SHOCKED I TELL YOU! that I watched internet porn? Once?
Maybe I need more hormones.
Do you realize I haven't left Lloyd since last Wednesday? That's crazy! I'm going to see my grandsons today though, come hell or high water. I think. Lily and I have an errand to run. I can't talk about it because it involves a secret. A wedding secret. I believe I am feeling well enough to go to town to deal with this wedding secret and to see my boys. I miss them bad.
I wonder if I'll wear the black dress when I go to town today. Probably. I wonder if I can wear that dress to Jessie's wedding. I could spiff it up with some lace or something. Right? It would be more appropriate than overalls.
Okay. That's enough of that.
Yeah, yeah, it's another beautiful day in Lloyd. I had weird dreams and woke up about fifteen times. At least. My next door neighbors finally turned off that light that shines into my bedroom at two a.m. I almost cried from relief. No. I still haven't put up curtains or blinds and Mr. Moon hasn't put up a privacy fence, both options we have discussed but will probably never get around to. I'm never going to smoke opium either, most likely although I am keeping that option on the table.
If I ever do smoke opium, I'm going to tell the world on Facebook.
Or maybe not.
Happy Monday, y'all.