Facebook is my friend

I hate MySpace. It is a refuge for 14 year old kids with a chip on their shoulder, and loner adults with plans for world domination. It is not a place for me.

But...

Hello, my name is Lindsay, and I am a Facebook-aholic.

It took me years to join Facebook. I considered online social networking beneath me. I was totally creeped out by the idea of putting personal information online, available to the masses. Obviously I've gotten over that. I joined Facebook as a means of keeping in touch with my college friends, yet I resisted complete immersion by keeping my picture the "question mark" look for several months. I didn't even use my real name at first.

But, slowly...I was converted. Suddenly I became one of the pathetic souls who searches for long-lost acquaintances simply for the sake of nosing into their lives. What are they doing now? Is he still single? Is she pregnant yet? Have they posted wedding pictures? Yes. I am that person.

I am also the person addicted to Scrabulous. Oh man. Let's not even bring that one up.

And so, I thank you, 23 Things, for allowing me to indulge in my pathetic obsession for a few, brief, paid moments! Haha!