Let’s be honest, Facebook is a fickle mistress. When I really only want to use it to contact those who live exclusively through its over-exaggerated medium, I find myself strangely drawn to the interesting statuses and mildly hilarious photos.
Now don’t get me wrong, I enjoy pointless distraction which actually has no merit in it whatsoever as much as the next average “chap“, but it has become slightly ridiculous. When the comments on a certain piece degenerate into a two-person conversation, which dwindles endlessly on the point of death, I often wonder where I went wrong in my so-far short life.
Coincidentally, in a maths test today, I look at the page and see that it’s two-thirds covered in questions. I see the massive blank gap at the bottom of the page. End of the test. Five minutes before lunch, voice from across the room: “Oh shit, I just realized there’re questions on the back too!” Fuck my life.
I post this now excited about going up to my room to listen to my new radio-alarm clock-iPod dock, which I received for my birthday. Cheerfully, I also received a Batman leather bag, a Batman t-shirt and a Batman hoodie. None of it was coordinated. The power of Batman. Fuck yeah.
Oh, Scully, how many points is Batman in Scrabble?
