Life Without Texting, Chatting, Facebook, and Fucking
Spending Christmas alone without texting, chatting, facebooking, and fucking does not help (not that fucking was an option). As of now, I have gotten 17 text messages that I could not text back. Even my roommate, who gave me this challenge, texted me after I called him (asshole).
Anyway, I also had a semi-productive day without Facebook. I went for a bike ride through Manhattan. I saw the big Christmas tree at Rockefeller, which actually looked small and wimpy. When I got home, I started on my tofurkey Christmas dinner for one.
[Santa enjoys his Tofurkey all alone, but where are the cookies?]
Anyway, I also had a semi-productive day without Facebook. I went for a bike ride through Manhattan. I saw the big Christmas tree at Rockefeller, which actually looked small and wimpy. When I got home, I started on my tofurkey Christmas dinner for one.
[Santa enjoys his Tofurkey all alone, but where are the cookies?]
Labels: chatting, facebook, merry christmas, no fucking, texting
posted by alan dickson at
12:27 AM
1 Comments:
you fuckkkkkkkkk
i was going to send you something on facebook and i see your blasted status
good looking blog though. i can now stalk you without too much trouble
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