(Bloggable: worthy of being posted to a blog)
But to me it is. This is because for the last 3 years Will has found it his responsibility to mock me for having a facebook. If I was checking my facebook and he walked into the room, I would hurry to sign out before he knew what I was doing.
"Why are you always on facebook..?" He would say
"You don't even know these people." He would taunt.
"Why are you so interested in peoples lives that you haven't talked to in years?"
A few nights ago I woke up around 1:30 to a blue glow of facebook in my bedroom. I asked Will in the sweetest voice I could mester "Are you working sweety?" Some nights he stays up late working on his computer.
Now he signs out of facebook when I walk into a room.

