So, I made myself a facebook account. Cuz all the cool kids were doin’ it. I even made myself some friends, people I knew from the neighborhood, people I knew cuz they were my husband’s friends, a college roommate, even a few people from way back in high school.
It’s kinda neat, connecting with all these people. And doing quizzes, super-poking, playing games with them all. I’ve made it to my first stop on Oregon Trail, I lost a Scrabulous game that I sooo totally cheated on (how LAME am I??), I’ve sent strawberries to people, accepted their karma, and updated my status. I’ve written on people’s walls, and invited them to play silly games with me. Oh, and begged them to read my blog …
I logged on the other day, and in my news feed, saw that my neighbor was playing poker with a guy I went to high school with. How DARE he?? I had dibs on that guy! I dunno if I was the link that brought them together, or if they managed to find each other on facebook through some other route. Either way, it was a strange feeling to see those two worlds collide. I mean, really – he was my friend first …