Unwanted Commentary

Why is it even called Facebook, that alone kind of wigs me out. MySpace, now that kind of demonstrates what to expect once you're there, but face and book? It makes me think of getting pummeled in the puss with literature. I've so far avoided creating an account on Facebook, but it more and more lately seems like I should do it for the direct reason that everyone else is. My mom has a Facebook page. I'm not sure what would come of it if I were to create my own page and then actively participate in linking myself to all of the people I know. I makes me think of the time that my buddy Coop and I mixed everything we could find in the house together, and by everything I mean everything. Every chemical, personal hygiene product, food product that we could find went in, and now that I type that out I can only pause to think how lucky we were that we didn't poison ourselves. What we ended up with was a big pot of murky goo that bubbled ominously, if not a bit lazily. We did this without the aid of alcohol.