I love you, but...

Don't we all love Facebook. Well I say all, EVERYONE HIP seems to use Twitter because Stephen Fry's on it (a perfectly valid reason), but they seem to forget that Twitter is just Facebook status updates...without anything else. What kind of shit is that? Really? You prefer the inferior application? COME ON! You need to remove that Dell branded mouse from your arse, or vagina, or whatever orifice you've chosen to stick your John Cena action figure in today.

Well, I was just Facebook minutes ago, read one status update and did a quiz in reaction to how balls to the wall the status message was. I don't go on Facebook to read you alluding to oral sex with your flavour of the fucking month, I went on Facebook to see who's tagged me in drunken photos (I was in seven) and who's just friends enough with me to leave me a message on it, but not inclined to communicate with me outside of the internet (although emails are still quite taxing for some people). Some people seem to have forgotten the realm of real life exists these days.

I called the man a faggot and moved on (he's not gay, the humour was in the irony of him certainly not being gay due to the implied blowjob...hur hur). Then on the sidebar I noticed that there was a half naked picture of my brother in bed with his girlfriend. WHAT THE FUCK HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS? WHAT SICK FUCK MADE THIS SHIT POSSIBLE?

And as iTunes plays Coldplay's Fix You as a fitting backdrop to my dissatisfaction and emotional torment, I can conclude that Facebook (incestual blowjobs aside) is still miles better than Myspace.