The Anatomy of a Good Facebook Stalking

We’ve all been there.  Sitting at our computers minding our own business when the infamous FB notification pops up “Sam (aka Gross Guy at work you felt compelled to friend accept) likes your photo.”  And then you click on the link and there it is.  You at a family picnic seven years ago with your belly button piercing gleaming in the sunlight.  And then another “Like” then another and suddenly you’re news feed is full of YOU and HIM and the creepy association his liking has created.
WTF?  Did that just happen?  That’s photo number 756 out of 2,098 and now he’s tagged his dirty “like” thumb all over your page.  And the goose bumps rise up on your arms and you feel compelled to close the blinds and recheck the doors.   *GASP* Do you unfriend? 

I Don't Give a Shit

I'm 30, recently turned, hence my anger. I'm divorced and a single mom with a ridiculously messy house.  At this point, moving to a new house and starting all over (even with underwear and socks) would be easier.  I have historically dated emotionally retarded men and am fairly certain that is something I haven't quite learned my lesson on so more will come on that front I'm sure.  But regardless, I have just become quite unapologetic for my swearing, my lack of perfect parenting skills (my kids have it pretty good), and my inability to keep all my shit going perfectly all the time.  I forget to call people back, I am never on time, and lately I have not averaged more than about 5 hours of sleep at night.  I don't give a shit.