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October 26, 2009



It does crack me up--I remember a conversation you & I had earlier this summer about "unfriending". I was unfriended by a work colleague & I couldn't figure out why--turns out that she pretty much unfriended all of her work contacts--that was her explanation...she still hasn't re-friended me but at this point I really don't care--mebbe just a little because it would push my friend count up to 170....does that make me more popular, or prove something to the world? Proves that I spend waaaay too much time thinking about it on FB---heh.

I know several City Schools people who have done that. At what point does your friend count start to look kind of desperate?


I'm unfriending you next..and consider my house officially off limits (just imagine there's an empty lot next door)
You get to keep all the cat poo in your front garden though.

Who gets custody of the lawn chairs? They're community property aren't they?

Who said that?


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