Regrets, Fears and Reservations

Well, I succumbed to the will of the masses, I have joined Facbook. Or as A likes to call it "CRACKbook". It is, indeed that. I have been on there more times in the last 24 hours than my email or blog. God! What have I done?

My main motivation was to contact a few people that I cared to from. And most of them have freinded me and contacted me in return. Nice. There are a few people on Facebook that I do NOT want to hear from. If I want to hear from you, I will let you know. But how do you tactfully NOT friend them if them try to friend you? I don't know. Maybe someone could let me know.

Now, my 10 year high school reunion is coming up. And I agreed to go. I know, I know, what the fuck was I thinking? Cause with Facebook, I know about all the people I really care to know about. And I really could care less about the rest. Oh well, I will go for the dinner. If I am having a shitty time or whatever, I will leave. What the hell! It's only $50. $50? Fuck, I could've used that to buy someithng USEFUL!

Anyways, these people don't make me feel bad, I make myself feel bad. And really, there is no reason to feel bad. Cause I love my life. And I love my family. And I love my friends.

Feel the love people.