Every damn day, I get another stupid notice about another dumbass request from Facebook developers...
NO! I don't want to know what my stripper/Sex in the City/porn star/Scooby Doo alter ego would be...
I really don't care how many sheep you throw at me or how many times you've bought and sold me (plus, y'all really couldn't afford me anyway)
I don't care where I stand in the rankings and no matter what anyone says, I am the hottest friend you have.
I couldn't care LESS about who's flirting with me online or how many times you've been to Timbuktu.
I don't give a shit about your movie/pop song/Princess Bride quizzes and I really really don't think that a FB app can predict the trajectory of my life based on what I had for lunch.
And I resent being forced to suck my friends in just because I'm wasting time online and would like to know how to trade Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Just give me my damn results so I can forget I spent all of two minutes taking some stupid-ass quiz while I was supposed to be working. And don't share that with my "friends."
Also, the cutesy shit on your SuperWall just irritates the rest of us and makes us think you're retarded.
Log off. Go outside. Make some analog friends.
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