It's a Facebook thing

I had Facebook first, then he gave in and set up an account. Whis is how I figured out his last name, since he wouldn't tell me. I don't know, maybe he thought I was going to figure out where he lived and stalk him. Or it might have been a CAP thing. I'd have to mess around in his head to find out, and that's a scary place.

We like to converse on Facebook, on walls in particular. Again, following the rule of definitions according to DB and Rose, converse really means intense discussion. The observation has been made that we're already bickering like an old married couple, and it's only been sorta kinda a month. (Dearest Reader, please note that we really don't have an anniversary. This sort of thing bothers me slightly, but not enough to pick a fight. When confronted with said dilemma, Boy Genius Romeo Reincarnated (further more to be designated as BGRR) over here says it's okay because he's likely to forget anyways, so we can just roll a dice and use those numbers. Thank you Kenny for the squirrel idea!!!! More on that on another day when I'm bored at the office.)

At some point, I'll post those here, just for the pure comedic value. Sheesh, you'd think we disliked each other or something....