I have more friends than you lolz

Right so heres the thing. I was drunk. I had gin. I was REAAALLLYY pissed off. So I thought you know what Fuck it I will clean my facebook page up. But jesus me I didnt realise this was such a hard task not just for me but it was so hard for my friends to take the rejection.It was as if I had relations with their mothers or something (well a lot of them I have but thats another story HAR HAR).

So yeah I lowered my friends down on facebook to like 30. I was proud of myself. Finally I deleted the people that I didnt speak to. But even this was a hard task. There I am looking at friends of friends who Ive spoken to once thinking ooohh should I shouldnt I? Why not fuck it delete them. Why do we care? What is it that drives us to want to keep in contact with someone we will never speak to again. Well the answer is I have no fucking idea. But its silly. I feel silly and you should feel silly too.

Our lives are run by facebook now. Most of us would blame something like facebook or the machine for doing it to us. Its one big matrix style conspiracy where we fall into line or something and only the few brave marilyn manson listeners can see but Im a bit (delete as appropriate) Amazing,Sensible,depressed so I can see these things differently (dont delete the last bit there because the last sentence would look a bit silly).
Its our fault. We subject ourselves to an endless cycle of logging in and then looking at our friends pictures from the night before. Laughing because we know them then going. then 10 mins later your back on there. I bet you right now its one of your tabs (its on mine) and one of the first things you do is use it when you get on your pc. Oh I wonder what Emily von scotch pads is doing now (thats funny for like 3 people). You know what she is up to. Shes doing the same as you. On her pc trying to find out what shit your getting up to.
Anyway on with the story.
You cant believe the backlash you get from people for deleting them. People you dont know that well. I can see why some people will care because they are friends but i dont speak to them. If they want a conversation they can phone me. They can send me a email...or they could facebo...oh yeah I see what you guys mean now.

Nick

Who the Fudge is Cheryl Cole?

Who is she? Who is this mystical beast of yore that we are all supposed to adore. I google’d this in hope of finding some more information. I found nothing. No pictures of her. Just this bland normal faced thing that used to be in a girl band. And by god I am not going for one second think that all this time this is the person we are all supposed to admire in the hope of taking us to the Promised Land. Seriously is this the woman we are all supposed to admire. I hadn’t a clue until today who she was although I’ve seen her countless times on television and on facebook groups like “support Cheryl she is amazing” nonsense.
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Move On
I actually made an effort recently to stop hating things I haven’t seen and base an argument of mine by observing so I didn’t get punctuation and grammar lessons (which in hindsight would make this whole blogging thing much easier) but instead watched an episode of Glee. Gleeming pile of arse (HA). Not only is this and Xfactor solely responsible for the bastardisation and popularity between twilight nerds over the song “Don’t stop Believing” but it suffers from what I call Ugly Betty Syndrome. I wish I could elaborate more on this but I think you understand what I mean.
God weren’t you surprised to find out Stacey Slater killed that old dude on eastenders. Darth Archie or whatever, I want to sound there like I don’t watch it but I’ve been glued to the box for years with this soap and like Soaps in prison have seen many a rape if this joke actually made sense. Anyway yeah my god. She killed him. But hang on wasn’t she like not by the pub at the time. I cant remember someone please tell me if they can remember Stacey’s whereabouts on that xmas ep before she apparently killed the old dude then cheers.