And it was so frickin' scary.
The second I typed in my email address it listed multiple pages of people I might know. And I did!
I looked behind me. I felt like I was being watched. Did Facebook get a hold of my high school diary? How do they do this? My heart started racing as I frantically looked for the unsubscribe button.
How do I unsubscribe?
I don't want contact with the nose picker who sat behind me in second grade.
Ex-boyfriends, I'm married. Yes, happily.
I immediately told Clay that if this company goes public, buy their stock. They are extremely effective at what they do.
My heart is still racing.
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2 comments:
Oh, I wish you 'd stayed!
-jva
I bet you didn't know that Mark Zuckerberg was the nose picker who sat behind you in second grade.
Mike
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