at first I was afraid.
I think I felt like the guy on Prison Wives tonight when he first comes out after decades inside.
It's like a dream.
You can't believe you're free.
And then you worry for a day or two...did I stop existing?
Yes, I stopped existing.
I've seen friends go through this like a codependent relationship with an ex-con.
But now, several days later, I feel purified.
I caught myself singing slave songs in the bath today.
The freed slave songs.
FACEBOOK is really such a housewifely thing, isn't it?
It always made me feel like a housewife when I "did" it.
Twitter as well.
It's like I felt as though I should be cutting out coupons when I did it.
All the men seemed to have hair nets on and be smoking and talking through the cigarette.
FACEBOOK is just a little unseemly.
I don't know what I'll do without that umpteenth bon mot or the announcement that John J. McCrackready was published in the Unicorn Review on Tuesday.
No more unicorn line dances for you.
Go to bed already.
Oh, one question.
Can I collect FACEBOOK unemployment?
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