The Day That Facebook Died

And we were singing, ‘Bye, bye, Mark Zuckerberg’s pie’….

 

Okay, yeah, we really weren’t. And by “we weren’t”, I mean “I wasn’t”. I didn’t even know about the Facebook FAILDEATHZOMGPOCALYPSE until well after it was over with. I was asleep when it happened, and found out when I woke up to get ready for work that evening.

 

No, I didn’t get actual texts proclaiming “NO, FACEBOOK IS DOWN WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO WITH LIFE WITHOUT FARMVILLE?!”, but I did have a few texts from Twitter updates on the topic. People who had signed up for accounts and then left them unused for many months were suddenly tweeting about Facebook being down.

 

Some of them were “Man, I hope this isn’t permanent… :(“ type of updates, and some of them were more along the “Who cares? Let’s have fun with it” type. If I had been awake, and/or could’ve been bothered enough to give a shit, I definitely would have been the latter. Big deal, Facebook is down. It’s not like we weren’t finding ways on the internet to amuse ourselves and communicate with each other before it came around.

 

Stop Failing At Life. An outage of the book of faces isn’t the end of the world. Zombies are*. Everyone knows that.

 

 

*And, in order to encourage the Zompocalypse, shall we have Palin run for POTUS in 2012? If anything would kickstart it, that’d be it.

Stop Failing At Life

Seriously, I need to quit that shit.

 

The last couple days, I’ve kind of been emo-Justin, and I’m tired of it. I’m working on getting out of the “bleh”, but then my brain starts thinking, and that’s never good. It pops shit into my head like “Dude, you’re 24 in less than two weeks and haven’t done a fucking thing with your life”, which isn’t helpful.

 

Yeah, I have my main blog, but let’s face it… any jackass can start a blog. Any jackass can say the shit that I say, and some others probably do. Sure, there’s the interviews that I get from time to time, but overall, nothing too special.

 

And there’s the kinda-emo train of thought again. I want to get rid of that, and I’m working on it. Let’s lay out the issues…

 

• I’m always broke.
• I’ve been at the same workplace for almost four years, doing the same job for three of them, and still only make $1 above Washington’s minimum wage.
• I screwed up in high school and fucked over the chances that my intelligence could’ve given me.
• I’m overweight and hate it.
• I’m single and not too happy with that, either.

 

We’ll stop there so I don’t really hate myself, and look at the up-sides…

 

• I’m always broke because, even though I can’t afford it, I have been taking care of not only myself, but my mother, for the last year and a half.
• I’m a pretty decent guy when it comes down to it (see previous point).
• I still have the drive to go further, and want to go back to college and work hard, get into a career and not just a job.
• I’m trying to lose the weight.

 

I figure that getting this all out on the blog might help. You know, vent my frustrations to random people on the internet that I’ll (probably) never meet. Beats the hell out of paying for a shrink, because I don’t have that kind of moolah just lying around – although it probably wouldn’t hurt.

 

Any suggestions for getting out of this negative head-space? I had planned for this to be more of a “ripping emo-Justin a new one”, but that didn’t really go as expected, I guess. Need to get more creative, get more ideas for my main blog.

 

FUCK YOU, EMO-JUSTIN. WE DON’T WANT YOUR KIND HERE.