It was a Moment of Weakness

Forgive me, friends, for I have sinned. Turned to the dark side. Sold my soul to you-know-who [and I'm not talking about Voldemort, either].

I got a facebook.

Trust me, it's not what you think! Let me explain! It's a long story. It's not you, it's me. [I could go on like this forever, you know. Especially since I'm really, really exhausted].

Anyway, I did it. I got a facebook page. My only reason was the threat of decapitation from my dear old friend DZ [thanks, buddy, for the wonderful way you've destroyed my life. Hey, hey, just kidding--you know I love you].

Don't worry. I won't enjoy my facebook page in the least. No fun. Just communication. :D Well, maybe I'll have just a little bit of fun...

I know, I'm ridiculous. But life seems to be better off this way.

Oh, and I'm going through severe Eclipse withdrawals. My cousin/godsister [gothsister!] has my copy of the book, and as much as I love the fact that she's reading it, I'm going mildly crazy. I guess I just have to grin and bear it, suck it up, and be a big girl. Simultaneously.

Gahhhh, it's way too late for me. I'm getting all bubbly and giggly [yes, it's possible. I'm not serious all the time] and laughing at my own not-funny jokes. My vocabulary has also committed suicide in a rather violent manner.

That's my cue to go to bed. Goodnight :P