I've been cheating on you.

It's that damned Facebook.

 

Facebook is frustrating to me, coming from blogging, because I like to write and read STORIES, not buttons.

 

Honestly?  I'll pretty up my blog before I spend any more time hunting down funny flair, or throwing food or pumpkins or cats, or growing a farm--jeeze, I'd kill my cyber plants just like the real ones.  But now the people I've friended on Facebook are people I like and I don't want to spoil their fun, and some of the applications are damned funny, but... but... I'm up to 178 unanswered requests for things in one form or another. 

 

I feel bad for ignoring their pleas for green things, or pirate battles, or good karma (is that one going to bite me on the ass, or WHAT?), but sheesh!  

 

However,  Facebook has something Blogspot and Wordpress and Xanga don't.

 

Oh, Dawg help me, Facebook has Scrabble.

 

I would have forty two games going at once, if I knew forty two people on Facebook.

 

It's better than crack!  It's vocabu-crack. 

 

I conned my dad into NaNoWriMo, but I abandoned it because I'd rather play Scrabble.  Okay, and I had no plot or time--now that the Honey's off work is NOT the time to spend long hours writing when I'm finally home--it would not end well!

 

So it's not you, it's me.  I am a weak woman.  I cannot resist the tiles.  I am jonesin' for the triple word score, baby.