Where Faggy gives in to Facebook… for all the right reasons.
The Fag Hag is currently fighting a new addiction – it’s given me more late nights than Amy Winehouse, makes me more jumpy than TPT in the nineties, and has given me the sort of healthy buzzing social life of a lone gunman. I’m afraid my darlings I have become a slave to Facebook, the site for people with too much time on their hands and low-grade autism.
And at the risk of sounding like a podgy woman in a SlimFast commercial it has totally changed my life.I get to spy on ex-boyfriends, rifle through all my friends’ contact books and effectively steal all their friends, and sneakily check out whether there are any psycho exes attending parties before RSVPing.
But the best thing of all? Watching your friends’ lives unfolding like cheap Mexican soap operas on a daily basis, as you wait to see the words, ‘At 11.15 this morning Chris amended his status to single and not in a relationship’. Who needs Santa Barbara!