Facebook...

Okay, I did it.  I created my very own Facebook page.  I know, you're thinking "Wow, that's simply amazing.  Did you manage to do that all on your very own?  You're special."  I won't link it here, as this is my therapy and you, the reader (hopefully readers) are my therapist(s).  Or my live studio audience that I can't see due to the extremely bright stage lighting, laughing when appropriate, saying "awww" when appropriate, etc.  Hey, at least my imagination is healthy ;)

But yeah, I've joined the millions of other people out there who are...actually, I really don't know what people really use Facebook for.  Yeah, I know they can find old friends, rekindle old, dead romances, play Farmville (or any number of FB games that are out there), keep in touch with family, cheat on spouses, communicate with their bookie, give vital information to stalkers, become stalkers, whathaveyou.

Anyway, all of my information is private, but I do link this blog from my profile page for those who I "friend" to read so they can either a) encourage me to keep writing, b) tell me I'm an idiot for putting myself out here like this, c) have a yardstick to measure their lives against (here's a hint, anybody using my life as a yardstick to measure against pretty much automatically wins), d) pity me and/or send money (pity's nice enough I suppose, but money's better) or e) all/none of the above.  The last one is a multiple choice multiple choice answer.  Yes, I know I said "multiple choice" twice.

The really cool thing is I found an old friend that I haven't talked to in years, so I sent a friend request, which is either being a) accepted, b) rejected, or c) wondering who this person is and why they'd send a friend request (like I said, it has been years though I don't think I was THAT forgettable LOL).

I'm reading this post paragraph by paragraph as I write, and I'm wondering what the reader might think should he/she stumble upon this blog.  Let me explain one thing, and I'll make it perfectly clear:  I am NOT downing myself, ragging on myself, or thinking about harming myself in any way shape or form.  I happen to like self-deprecating humor; I'm a fan.  And besides, if we can't laugh at ourselves, we shouldn't be laughing at others.

I'll end tonight's semi-rambler with a funny little bit I found on Craigslist, of all places.  I wish I could take credit for this one...

"Firearms manufacturer Ruger is debuting a new pistol, in honor of President Obama.  It is called the "Union Worker."  It doesn't work, and can't be fired."

Damn, that's hilarious...g'night folks!