Putting A Facebook To The Name

When I get e-mails inviting me to join some kind of internet friendship group thing like Bebo or Myspace or Xuqa, my usual reaction is to turn bright green, grow enormous muscles (yes, even bigger than my already incredibly manly ones, rip my shirt to pieces and stomp on the nearest small town shouting 'Rob smash, Rob bash!'

However, Facebook's fame preceded it and after much coaxing from many of my friends I joined.

Do you remember my brief, if expensive addiction to eBay? Well, this is worse. EBay just took my money. Facebook, I fear, is going to take my life. I have an essay due in a few weeks on Marxism (scarily, I'm loving it) and I think my work organisation skills are going to go down the pan due to this amazing website. At the same time, it is filling my inbox of my e-mail account with worthless e-mails informing me that something has happened on Facebook. Something I would know if I went on Facebook to browse. Scratch that, something I DO know because I'm already ON Facebook browsing.

So yes, my life has once again been taken over by something pathetically geeky in the guise of something cool. Oh well... My details are under my profile, so if you feel like adding me, the more the merrier.

... Sorry, I'm going to have to go, I have people to message on Facebook.

Bobbikk