What gives? I thought we understood each other. You match me up with lost friends from days gone by and I play your addictive little games until my sight blurs, my family leaves me and my fingertips go numb.
That’s how the whole relationship is supposed to work.
Now I’m finding “target” marketing advertisements to the right of my Bejeweled Blitz game. These people know my age, my fear of wrinkles, my obsession with The Biggest Loser. Now I find out that I should also be concerned with hair loss.
What the fuck, Facebook? What? The? Fuck?
I have FINE hair. My bangs may appear “thinning” (you assholes) but that is merely because my sun burned scalp shines a bit brighter through my flaxen mane. I can barely keep all that hair out of my FACE, FACEBOOK.
So, yeah, I get it… I have hemorrhoids, I wet my pants on occasion, my wrinkles are unmanageable, I’ve got a fat, dimpled ass and saggy tits…but I still have my FUCKING BANGS!
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to keep up my part of the bargain and get back to Bejeweled Blitz.
P.S. Instead of all the hoopla in regard to adding a “don’t like” button I hereby nominate the “fuck YOU” button! Nothing would please me more than addressing a couple of these asshole advertisers with a big middle fingered FUCK YOU.