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Woo. My mom's sofa-bed is not comfortable, nor very friendly to my spine, but I slept a lot better than I have in a good while because that cartoon wasn't on my mind at all. I go home to my boyfriends the day after tomorrow!

I had an interesting dream that I only remember fragments of. It was about stumbling into a group of time-stopping anarcho-socialists and training with them, then getting involved in their internal intrigues.

disconnection

I looked at the 'social sites' folder in my mail client today. Several hundred Facebook messages and friend requests from total strangers in Egypt. With three spam messages at the bottom.

I have never found any use for these sites, to be honest. The tech media seem to love them, along with kids and teenagers, but I've got no interest in maintaining a database of tenuous vague connections or uploading photos of the parties I've been to. So I've deleted my Facebook and Myspace accounts, both of which only ever existed out of some vague sense that I should see why so many people go there.

Am I being an old fuddy-duddy who is refusing to move along with the times, or am I just being the same antisocial involuted person I've always been?

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My mom: "...So are your boyfriends missing you as much as you miss them?"
Me: "Yeah, they're starting to complain that they're not being bitten enough."
Mom: "Scratching, biting...what kind of relationship is this, anyway? You'll be breaking out the whips and chains next!"
Me: *silence during which I try not to giggle*
Mom: "Your silence speaks volumes."

Me, a little later: "We don't actually use whips. Not enough room."