Facebooked

I can’t seem to escape a day without hearing the word, Facebook. I can’t seem to escape as well, being poked, spanked, hug, and bitch slapped, all within the same day. While I don’t mind, after all, it is highly relevant to my job, I have issues accepting your invitation to be a Vampire Slayer. The job’s kinda messy. I’ll stick to being a social media specialist.

Not Dead Yet. Just Fucking Busy.

It has been a mere week since my last entry, and yet it feels like a month. Strata after strata of events layered upon the past seven days like stocky rectangular bricks to a house. Tiring as it has been, it was productive. Like my grandmother with 12 children.