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I recently read that you're no one if you're not on Facebook. Apparently it's the new Friendster, which was the new Email or something. Seeing as I don't know what Friendster is, I'm officially way out of the loop because I just hit Send a mere 5 minutes ago. Who knows, maybe all of the kids have already left Facebook and are now setting up camp in DiaryKey or Faceblag, or where ever the kids webhang these days (also known as bhanging. Okay, I just made that up.).

Bottom line: I'm getting old. I'm about 2 years away from walking with a cane and telling kids to get off my lawn. In an attempt to fight off Alzheimer's and old-person-smell, I just spent 30 minutes of my ever-shortening life to set up a Facebook account. Am I supposed to feel different?

bcuz i dnt fl dfrnt :):):)

o no, its hapnng...aaaaarrrrggggg!!111! :P

(looking up lolcats in a UH computer lab)

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Anonymous said…
I've resisted the craze so far - what's in it for me? You might find this article interesting.

We have a teenager staying with us and some days Ben and I really do feel old. On the other hand, he is impressed with our music collection...
fayebean said…
I felt old because I didn't (and still don't) have a myspace account. And I don't know about you but when my niece and nephew think that my music collection is cool (do they use that word anymore?) it makes me feel older. Is my Biggie and Tupac collection classic rap?

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