Facebook: In yo face!
So New York Times told me that “teenage visitors” are “down” at MySpace. At first I thought they meant like “down” as in “hip” and “cool” and “with it” and in addition “the bee’s knees” and “the cat’s pajamas.” Then I realized they meant that there are, like, no teenagers on MySpace, thereby declaring MySpace dead. So now the “place for friends” is really like a “place for totally unhip dead friends who will wind up cold and alone with no friends, not even dead ones.” I don’t know how that’s going to fit on their banner, I’ll leave that up to the designers. Myspace is dead. The new hot jam is Facebook. So I have started a Facebook account with the help of my friend Doretta who is now my Canadian Minister of the Cat’s Pajamas. She will help me maintain the razor-sharp hip edge that everyone has come to expect from me. Doretta, mush mush. Help me get my profile running before Facebook is dead and I have to join another “networking” site. Anyway if you have Facebook, you can find me: annie at annietown dot com. Be my Facebook friend. “Poke me.”
In other news, I have signed up for this 40 days of yoga for $4 a day special promo at this studio. Let me tell you, I will KICK YOUR ASS AT YOGA. Oh yes. I am so AWESOME at yoga I will out-yoga your lily-white butt back to Level I. I will beat you so hard you’ll have to run to a Pilates class in tears. Tears of shame. Brought on by being beat at yoga. By me. Fear my Ardha Chandrasana, it will kick your ass straight into last week, natch.
Seriously though, it’s been pretty cool, but what I’ve noticed is that I sweat like one thousand times more than the average person. Why is this? During an average day, I’m not really that sweaty. But then I start running or doing yoga and all of the sudden I have jumped in a lake of my own human sweat. I’m disgusting. A mystery.
You can add Annie on Facebook by clicking on this link:
http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=523764837
OK, I was wrong. I thought I had the funniest blog in the entire universe. But this blog is a hotbed of hilarious action. I think it has something to do with the name Annie. I have a feeling that science will back me up on this because I’m an Annie and I kick ass and you ‘re an Annie and you kick ass. Thus supporting Einstein’s theory of Girls named Annie kick much ass.
I too, enjoy making threats in yoga class. So much so that I’m banned from the studio.
Whatever… I don’t even care. Now I enjoy going to the gym and trying to get huge muscle heads who are about 300 times bigger than me to armwrestle.
Very nice point of view! Respect!
Wow- the paper used for that NYT article could have been used for something useful… liking wiping my goddamn ass.
Has somebody dropped the writer or his editor and pointed out the absolute waste of resources they used publishing that unadulterated horseshit? Or have they forgotten the lives of teenagers have very little if any bearing on reality in general?
i think the sweaty thing is a korean thing. i know a bunch of extremely sweaty koreans. and its not their fault.
Bomzi: Well it’s only my face that seems to sweat the most. It’s gross.