Today while on that corporate controlled social networking site (aka facebook), I kept hearing that *pop* sound that happens whenever somebody chats at you. (not with you, if I refuse to answer, it's because I don't want to be chatted at)
ANYWAYS - every time I heard that little *pop* sound, I would look down where the dialogue box should be in anticipation of some life-changing conversation. Perhaps one of my chums wanted to share an epic tale or maybe X would randomly ask me to ball. (no chance of that)
Instead, whenever I shot my line of sight down to that area, I saw blank: no chat. This happened a couple of times and I figured that someone was playing a cheeky prank on me. After the fifth time I heard that *pop* with no chat, I realized it was my stomach making that sound because I'm hungry. Plain and simple, I've duped myself. Again.
Is this the kind of story I can share with people? If you probably wanted to kill yourself reading this, it was probably a sucky narrative.
You know how in every circle of friends there's that one person who feels compelled to share every random story that comes into his or her head? I AM THAT PERSON GOD DAMMIT. I need to find a treatment facility for this kind of thing (no loco). Help me to help you, where is that thick line drawn?
I think stories that embarrass the teller deserve to be told, because they happen. But this tale, I feel bad for you for reading the whole thing. Have you nothing better to do? Oh wait. no, because, like myself, you're procrastinating like it's going out of style.
*upon furthur inspection I realize that this post makes no sense and the next one is gonna be smooth like butta.
