Territorial Pissings and Interventions

Do you ever get that feeling people are watching you, talking about you, whispers in the corners of the rooms? Paranoia one might call it...but if it's true, is it really paranoia? As the song says just because you're paranoid don't mean they're not after you...I am having my own Nirvana moment about that. If that sentence doesn't make sense to you, your musical tastes suck, anyhoo...

Some of my friends are starting to show signs of this watching and whispering. I try to remember that they only have my best interest at heart and shouldn't feel uncomfortable with this. I have a great group of close friends, a small group, but a safe and trustworthy group who love me, watch out for me and kick my ass whenever necessary. The latter happens more often than I prefer, but perhaps if I could keep my act together it would not be necessary. I think I have figured out their worry. And need to find a polite way to tell them I am ok. The pending intervention is completely unnecessary...just pay my cable bill for me!! See I have no TV...and currently no good book to read, and am currently stuck inside with a sick child...so YUP, thanks to technology and mobile devices I have become one of THEM.....A Facebook Junkie! *Insert Musical Interlude....Us and Them ~ Pink Floyd*

I am sure it's just a phase, I will grow out of it. If Dr. Phil shows up at my door I am shooting someone. Just sayin'...

Stripping for Heroin

WTF is with the new Facebook change? I can't be the only one feeling like someone took my comfy house slippers away and slapped a pair of stripper heels on me! Stumbling around, tripping, angry that I can't maneuver in a normal way, wishing I was making more money for baring my body for a bunch drooling college boys...er...um ya, that one got away from me. I do that, you'll get used to it.

I have tried every suggestion, signed the petition (as if Mark Zuckerman can hear anything with all that cash stuffed in his ears), and bitched and moaned. *Sigh* I suppose we will all get used to it...we will have to. It's the price we pay for drinking the Kool Aid. If I thought I could survive without social networking I would just remove my account. But taking heroin away from a junkie is never pretty, even if it is crap smack! Off to shoot up...maybe that's why I am stripping, to pay for my nasty habit!