Facebook

Sigh ... fuckin' facebook. It's my new nose candy.

I'm driving down the highway yesterday, windows down, Psychedelic Furs blasting, and what am I thinking? This moment would make a great FB status. WTF?

Writers have their favorite sentences in literature.

" If making love might be fatal and if cool spring rain on any summer afternoon can turn a crystal blue lake into a puddle of black poison right in front of your eyes, there is not much left except TV and relentless masturbation" (Hunter Thompson) is mine.

But these days everyone's life can be neatly summed up in one sentence, and this begs the question, is life just one big FB status update?

We've all read the articles on how cyberspace is reducing the average attention span and how kids in Korea are literally dying in arcades because they refuse to quit gaming to go to the bathroom. But FB as the new crack?

I have to limit myself to once a day, but I find myself drawn to checking it three or four times. I've missed classes and tutoring sessions answering quizes friends I haven't seen in twenty years have sent me. I tell myself it's just social networking, that at least I'm not a farmville junkie!

But it's not just the inane nonsense that takes place on FB, I've gotten into fights with my husband on facebook, sabotaged life long friendships, and potentially lost a job over it.