LAME SAUCE
I think my 15-year-old self got more action than my current Facebook profile.
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It's always weird running into people who are your "friends" in Facebook.
GUY: So what's been up, man!??!??!?!?!
HUGO: [I don't even know where to start, so there's typically a long stretch of silence until I say] Ah, you know.
GUY: Yeah I saw you were at [so-and-so's] party. I was too! I didn't see you there.
HUGO: That was like seven months ago. You didn't see me there but you were there? Wha?
GUY: Facebook, man! FACEBOOK!
HUGO: Yep!
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GIRL: Yeah well I was, like, in Barbados and shtuff and doing like shtuff and shtuff...
HUGO: Cool, man.
GIRL: You haven't seen my pictures on Facebook? Me and David went. He's tagged in most of them.
HUGO: SOUNDS AWESOME! You'll have to link me! HA-HA-HA, RIGHT?!
GIRL: I KNOWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I'm way, way, way past the Facebook-is-a-vanity-serving-web-orgy ideology. It doesn't even bother me that anyone's on it anymore. More power to people if they get a kick from sharing their stuff between their friends and family. I guess it's cool if you're really into that sort of stuff, or if you have genuine connections to people who are far away. I see the appeal, but I just don't care that much for people beyond my mom, my sister, and my girlfriend. Also, it's very complicated, and I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. I like to live a relatively simple life: Work hard, play and listen to lots of music, hang out with positive people, pay bills on time, eat good food, sleep 6 hours and reward yourself in moderation.
So yeah, I'm an armchair Buddhist.
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I'm a terribly secretive person, to the point where even the people I'd consider are my closest friends aren't really aware of what I want in the areas of the intangible, so I'd absolutely question how close they really are to me at any moment. They're, at best, great company. Everyone wants that. I have that, so I don't complain. My girlfriend is really the one who knows everything, if not too much. She's pretty unreal on levels I can't begin to explain. Funny as fuck, too. This is kind of why I blog.
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Liz Lemon told me to shut it down, so I'm afraid I'll have to. I don't know when it'll happen, but it'll be very soon. I'm already getting anxiety in changing blogs. Actually, I don't even know if I'm going to blog anymore. I'm going to have to submit and start creating better and new and real connections with like-minded people, as opposed to shutting it all in and taking it out on my poor blog.
I don't know how I'm going to manage moving places again in a couple weeks if I can't even manage saying goodbye to my blog. And, please, don't pity me or even mention it. It's just a blog. Yeah, it's only the most accurate documentation of my life, but yeah, so was the bible, and I'm sure Jesus was all like "Whatevz" when he heard people were burning bibles and stuff. So yeah, I'm kind of the Jesus of the internet. Bigger, actually.
So far, everything's going according to plan. No complaints, just areas recognized for self-improvement. That's where my priorities are.