Canadians love facebook. I think I read somewhere that it’s more popular here than in the states, but I might be making that up. I swear I read it. I think that facebook is ten times more pleasant than myspace. It doesn’t hurt my eyes the way myspace does. I don’t have many facebook friends. If you have a facebook page and want to be my friend, leave me a comment and I will email you the url to my page and we can be BFF!! Wil has 197 thousand or something. I have 11. And half of them are people that I met through Wil, so we share them. He’s reconnected with lots of old high school friends and is having a blast with the facebook. Found a picture of himself with his first girlfriend, when he was 17, that is ADORABLE. To me, at least. He changes his profile picture on a regular basis. This one is my favorite, for obvious reasons.
Me: Amelia, are you making time with my bf?
Amelia: Girl, we were just hanging out… no worries.
Me: ‘kay
Amelia: Girl, your house is a mess!
Me: Don’t call me “girl”
Amelia: almost as bad as your cube used to be.
Me: I know, ok. I’ve been busy.
Amelia: Busy? Is that what they call “sitting around watching home decorating shows on tv” these days?
Me: Maybe
Amelia: You’re a lousy housewife.
Me: Oh yeah? Well you’re…. TWO DIMENSIONAL!
Amelia: Ouch! That was hurtful.
Me: Sorry.
Amelia: Nobody likes to be told they are flat, Jodi.