It’s Official. No Friends!

More Lunatic Ravings…

Fozzy–Sin And Bones


So I joined Facebook as I think I mentioned a couple weeks ago. Thought it would be a great way to meet up with friends, and stuff like that.

Well, I guess I have no friends. Nobody cares. Even this site doesn’t care. I left a comment on THIS SITE’S FB page and got nothing. Nada. Like I said before, nobody cares.

Now I’m bored with it. Nobody wants to become friends with me? Fine. i can live with that. I don’t need friends. But to be spurned by THIS SITE? After all the years I’ve put in, after all the times I’ve opened up and exposed my dark, tortured soul and this is what I get.

After I figured nobody wanted to be my friend, I asked the woman why that was. Was I too intelligent? She said no. That didn’t hurt, much. Was I too good-looking? She said…yes. So that’s what it is, I suppose. I’m way to pretty to have friends!

But then again, maybe she just said that to get me off her back. I really wouldn’t let it go and she was a bit angered when I kept on asking the question. Thing is, I wouldn’t know about how far I’ve went considering I have no friends to tell me when I’m going too far.

Luckily we know have a new roof. That has nothing to do with anything I wrote above, but it’s something. It’s pretty, like me. The shingles are the color of storm clouds since that’s what the description said. The first day they looked really cool but now I don’t even notice them because they’re fucking shingles. Who cares what your roof looks like? it’s not like someone is flying around taking pictures of the prettiest roofs in the world. Or is there?

You know, the more I think about it, this FB/no friends thing is bugging the crap out of me. Believe I will take a trip to the corporate offices and find out who is in charge of the FB page and why me, a dedicated and hard-working employee, is being shunned. If it’s something other than me being too pretty, I have to know. If the corporate offices somehow have ceased to exist without my knowledge, I have to know. If they do exist and everyone thinks I’m just a joke, I have to know.

Other than that, nothing else going on.

COMING NEXT: Do I follow up on my threat?

Stephen Johnson

The idea of building a website with Bob came from Stephen in the days of message boards and chat rooms. We settled on the name and the rest is history. Retired since he hit the ripe age of 25, he spends most his time doing odd-jobs around the house and digging thru trash bins for "stuff that's still good." Stephen has contributed several short stories and hosted the "Lunatic Ravings" column since the beginning (1999). The idea of writing weekly columns came from Stephen before blogs or blog sites ever existed. So, I guess that makes him THE FIRST BLOGGER IN THE WORLD!!!

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