Diary of a Facebook Prisoner: Jesus Martinez
DAY 4 in Facebook Jail
It’s been 4 days since my facebook ban. Not one person has messaged or emailed me to see if I am ok. To see if I am dead. To see if I am stuck in the fucking well of a tree after a day of mountaineering. Nothing.
No one has issued a search party, missing persons report, nothing.
I feel like Anne Franck, locked in exile, only the Nazis aren’t coming, no one is coming, because no one even noticed I am gone and they don’t visit the site to check in. Their heads are up their own asses as they sit their figuring out how to word a status based on how offended they were at the grocery store or whatever.
I feel so alone but realize that it is Facebook’s illusion of superficial companionship and conversation that has made my real life relationships cease to exist.
I also feel that real life relationships are far more exciting and interesting…when I don’t know every annoying piece of garbage soundbite that enters a person’s head over the last few years.
It’s like people aren’t so bad when it’s a “Hello, do you want fries with that”….or a “Hello, how are you today”….
Facebook prison…is the most beautiful place in the world…
Here are some morning Links…in the morning…
Hot Asses – Do the Shelfie
CLICK HERE
Paul McCartney Couldn’t Get Into Tyga’s Grammy Party….Yes..
CLICK HERE
Dog Sled Cat
CLICK HERE
Halle Barry Tits for Oscar…
CLICK HERE
Bruce Jenner Looks Delicate
CLICK HERE
Bella Thorne Bikini!
CLICK HERE
Girls in Bed
CLICK HERE
Oiled Up Tennis Stars
CLICK HERE