I live in a magical world where my forest is surrounded by skyscrapers, hot dog venders and the unfortunate zombie-like creatures called tourists. Where I reside bullets are confused with fireworks and at night what comes out aren’t vampires but hookers. I’m a redheaded Puerto Rican with an overactive imagination.
I have a cupcake named muffin. A purple rocketship for my stars, a ginger eating an octopus and two bipolar clouds that scowl as much as my skull and crossbones. I ♥ vampires, werewolves, zombies, dinosaurs, the fae, robots, social networks, museums, photographs, music, hello kitty, my iPhone 4S named Bones, and my Nook Color named Zsadist.
Radiant as the Sun
This is going to be a no AHS post. Because the season finale + the news on season 2 has me distraught and I’d rather not talk about it. So I’ll talk about my love/hate relationship with Facebook.
A few weeks ago I decided to deactivate my Facebook because I was getting drama left and right. Mind you, I don’t even post personal things there. I post stupid status updates like on twitter and photos I like from tumblr and weheartit. And pretty much photos of my cat and food. Yep, pretty exciting bullshit. The main reason why I have Facebook is because my family members in Puerto Rico are always changing their phone numbers and that is the only consistent way to keep in contact with them. But even that didn’t keep me from almost throwing my MacBook against a wall in disgust with the nonsense drama I was receiving. So I deactivated it.
OMG. It was awesome not having it. I got shit done! I felt free because I wasn’t checking every few minutes. I don’t know what it is about that site that gets you addicted like that o_O cause it’s really not that serious. And I’m not even into playing games on that shit so I really had no excuse. But it felt so good to be pretty much disconnected. I even got away from twitter for a while.
A few days ago, however, there was an earthquake in Puerto Rico and I got desperate to know how my family was doing and activated that god awful site again. I already sorta regret it. Sure, lots of people missed me. Lots of people I can say I missed too… but it feels like a chore to have Facebook. Is that only me? Maybe because I got used to not having it. It’s like I don’t know what’s going on in people’s lives because no one calls or texts anymore so I have to just check their Facebook to see if bitches are pregnant or married or even dead (ok, I made that one up. But you get my drift.). I like real human interaction. I like direct interaction. I don’t feel special if you put a status up and that’s how I know about shit. No, bitches gotta text me. I like attention. That’s why I like twitter. Fine, people think it’s just mindless status updates. But I have awesome conversations with my tweethearts.
Facebook is just… weird on so many levels. The stalking, the addiction people get, the unnecessary drama. For example? A friend of mine just left her husband and is now dating a man that her family doesn’t approve of based on his race. She had to put a update up concerning her new relationships status. She shouldn’t have to explain herself but people were on her ass about it. Another thing I hate is the stupid updates people put up. Why must every single fucking update have to say how great your boyfriend is? It makes you look like a battered wife who’s trying to convince herself that she’s not being beaten every day. Please stop it. And don’t get me started on the grammar…
Yet I need this stupid thing to stay in contact with family ._. and my family is the only “love” I have for it.
