Three friend requests and two messages from Billy Currington telling me what an awesome fan I am and how we should chat.
Leave me alone, Billy, I only allow super famous people on my super private Facebook account. I didn’t accept Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff Gen Joseph Dunford last week, nor did I accept Kit Harington this week. This is an exclusive club here, you gotta up your game. You can follow my E.B. Brown page like the others.
I continue to be shocked daily on how people have so much time on their hands to create fake accounts and send the same friend requests over and over. I don’t have time to keep up with the real accounts I have. 😂🤣
In other news, my legs went numb while I was sitting on the toilet peeing this morning and checking Facebook, and then when I got up I stumbled around like a newborn deer for five minutes until the blood flow returned to my legs.
This is what happens when I think I’m hitting snooze on my phone alarm, but instead I throw it across the room, crack the screen, and wake up an hour late.
This day is a total bust. FML.
Follow me on my FB page or my personal account.