I'm tempted to 'defriend' (in the facebookian sense) a woman I vaguely know from a messageboard I used to use, but have never actually met, because EVERY SINGLE ONE of her status posts is about her fucking kids. Like she's the first person in history ever to have reproduced. Fucksake.
Wait till she gets a cat.
Wait till she gets a cat.
actually, mr. tea, you should feel lucky to have only this one case because i seem to have about a dozen friends who do that. best is when they don't even use their own photo for their profile shot, choosing instead to use one of their bloody offspring. nothing like surrendering your own identity just because you managed to pop out another human.
best is when they don't even use their own photo for their profile shot, choosing instead to use one of their bloody offspring. nothing like surrendering your own identity just because you managed to pop out another human.
I've heard of people (no-one I know, I should stress) who've made a FB page for their unborn child, complete with ultrasound scans and 'updates' from the foetus. Talk about tempting fate...
Admin of any kind. I was just told that I couldn't hand a final paper in for a university course (which obviously had to be handed in hard-copy for no real apparent reason) because it was a whopping 25 seconds later. Never mind that I was there on time and had to spend 10 minutes navigating a ridiculously labyrinthine building to find the damn office, or that I paid about 600 bucks for the course. Computer says no.
UofT?