I gotta say that things around here are starting to make no sense. Do I call it unfair or do I call it the epic fate? There was a plan, there was always a plan, I stuck to it, thinking that I'd be safe across the bridge if I only followed the intended directions. I know I did not glide to the end of the line but I did not break the rules I stayed in line and I finished my race. Even so, I have to wait with the disqualified contestants as if I cheated my way through. This is not the end of the world, I know, yet, I am angered by the fact that they could look me in the eye filled with promises before I got myself into this deal and then at the very end, looked me straight in to my eyes again telling me that they are all lies. I walked the talk and I got to the end and I turned back to find out that no one was behind my back. I stand alone, at the end of the bridge witnessing every single person crossing over to the land of pandora and all I could do is sit and stare at my watch, waiting for my time. I learned a very important lesson that is to not put all your eggs into one basket. Heck, why do you even wanna put eggs into baskets? Aight I'm done with these classic i-am-so-fucked post. HEE HEE!

Heard about the guy who literally died on facebook?
Poor idiot. Oh well, at least there's one less idiot wasting our resources and polluting our oxygen supplies on earth.

Oh and I thought, with FB, who needs the obituary section in the newspapers?