You know what really grinds my gears

The one great thing about Facebook vs. Myspace, is that Facebook had some professionalism to it. Before, Facebook was a simple way to just leave your friends messages, without having to wade through stupid bullshit backgrounds, listen to their crappy taste in music, or scroll through dozens of spam posts. Facebook went from clean and efficient to a massive clusterfuck of pointless applications. Nothing has made my eyes spontaneously bleed until I saw this:


God dammit.

Now, the one thing I left Myspace for, wading through people's bullshit, has reincarnated itself on Facebook. And it's not a Jesus-style resurrection where your son goes searching for Easter Eggs ,eats shittons of chocolate giggling, no, it's a Pet Sematary-style resurrection where your undead son tries to kill you with a surgical scalpel, then goes and kills your wife.

I don't give two shits if you think I'm HOT OR NOT, consider me to be one of your "top friends", most likely to fuck a goat, or you think I would fancy a crappy compressed jpeg made in paint with an over-used not-even-funny line tYpEd LiKe ThIs. No, I don't want your e-drinks, sexy e-gifts, e-gifts, or your requests to join your pirate/ninja/thug/ass pirate gang.


Possibly the pinnacle of social entropy

Just give me my old Facebook. All I want to do is make thinly veiled requests for tantric sex known as poking, and maybe post on people's walls/pictures.