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in a silent way
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i don't understand you people.
years ago, we talked, and you gave off the impression you wanted to be friends. i sent you mail. you said we should be penpals. you said you would send me some mail back. we weren't. you didn't. and shortly thereafter, i was never able to get you to acknowledge me again.
now, six years after we last communicated in any way, you send me a facebook friend request without any preamble at all. why? do you just want to pad out your friends list with one more person you'll never talk to? or do you want to go through the motions of pretending to be friends again, with the added bonus that we're now living in the same city, so when you decide to start ignoring me again, it'll be even more impressive the second time around?
all this social networking shit makes it cool to be an absentee friend. but there's nothing cool about it. you're a flake. and you're not even the kind of flake i can drown in milk and enjoy eating, and then watch you get broken down and redistributed through the miracle of digestion. you're just a regular ol' garden variety flake of human dandruff.
get out of my hair.
well, i feel a little lighter now. anybody_fancy_a_nice_cup_of_tea?
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