So yanna how you do that thing where you have a butt-ton of notifications and you really don’t look through them, you just go confirm, confirm, confirm? Well, ha, don’t do that shit in my house because your aunt will print out “reccommended friends” and go apeshit because of one “vaguely pedophilish” dude who wrote “hey thanks for being friends with me; the name’s gary and hello from daytona! nice to meet u!” and say that he said “to me you are perfect” whiCH THE ABSOLUTE FUCK? DID??? NOT??? HAPPEN???

So, in short, I have a headache to end all, and, by my choice, I no longer have a Facebook. 

It’s so lovely to know that I have a slice of privacy in this world, isn’t it? Ha.