Normally I disregard my marxist flatmate Lindsay's premonitions of mass electronical media dominance and control. Of course there is truth in it, of course because of the Northen American alliance she really does have a point. Your mother has a profile, your nan has a profile, and your dog has a profile (made by yourself, natch). I waste my life on facebook, seconds to minutes, minutes to hours. You know you're addicted when the first thing you do when you come back from an hour lecture, (just an hour!?) is sit and check your facebook. In that hour someone could have tagged an intoxicated picture of you that resembles Emily Rose crossed with Pete Burns, or commented on your status, or written on your wall.
Even if none of this occurs you listlessly facebook stalk, so switched off from clicking- click- click- clicking... that you end up not knowing where you started.
This is why I'm creating this blog, I need to keep writing. My creativity is wasted on that damn site.
