A stranger’s just a ““friend”” you haven’t ““met”” yet. Right?
Wow. I sure am a dick about social media.1
Can’t believe how many potential connections this blind cynicism of mine has denied me. It’s like I’m dead inside.
Man.
Now, kindly excuse me while I leverage my new friend to get a great price on some fucking towels.
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Yes. This is a screen grab of the most recent checkins on Brightkite. Because, in addition to being a dick, I’m also the Mayor of Remember Someday You’re Going to Die Alone With Poop in Your Pants and Your Relatives Will Drop All Your Shit off at the Goodwill and Sell Your Car and Barely-Used Guitar and They’ll Give Your Cat to a Stranger and Everyone Will Probably Mostly Remember How You Spent All That Time Dicking Around and Acting Like Anyone Could Conceivably Be Friends With a Rails Application So Holy Daddy Jesus and the Spook Please Try to Do Something Useful With Yourself While You Have the Goddamned Chance. ↩

