Last week my brother called, "Kelly said to tell you to get an account on Facebook."
He called again the same day, "I talked to Sam for 45 minutes today. He said to tell you to get an account."
Every day it was someone new my brother was talking to, or should I say, someone old? These are people I was friends with in high school. It wasn't yesterday.
Finally after much harrassment, I created an account on Facebook. Less than 48 hours later, I have 30 friends. THIRTY!
I don't have 30 friends in real life. Who does?
But you just click a button and your friends and there isn't actually anything else required.
So, fine, I'll be friends with them.
But this afternoon (or maybe it was this morning?) I was clicking around the Facebook site and I discovered... FLAIR!
In high school I was always the girl covered in buttons. Some gave my thoughts on the Big Picture (Save the Whales), but some were just for fun (I Feel Great.. and I Kiss Good, too!)* No one wears these buttons anymore (maybe the Wal-Mart cashiers) , and now they aren't called buttons, they are called Flair!
There is flair for everything, although there seems to be more about Edward Cullen** and his entire family than anything else right now. I didn't post any of those.
The ones I did post?
01-20-09 The End of an Error
No Child Left Behind Only Works in Car Pools
Ok, Joke's Over. Bring Back the Constitution
Tact is for people who aren't witty enough to be sarcastic
2008 National Champions Florida Gators!
And many more, including a picture of the new President and First Lady.
I think I may need help with this problem. I wonder if I can get Facebook at work?
*This one got me kissed before a concert in summer of '85, but not by anyone cool.
**From the Twilight series.