I feel like I can tell Gchat anything. She always remembers everything I say.
Harvard is a good school, we say. But based on what? Student test scores? So if you did well on your SATs you’re smart and so I want to go to school with you? That’s insane.
JERRY: You’re going to shut down some poor girl’s Tumblr? GEORGE: IT’S ALL I GOT, JERRY! ALL I GOT.
So based on these, what kind of person would you say I am? What do I care about the most? What worries me? What are my interests or hobbies?
It just happens so naturally, it seems.
In the past year I have consolidated most of my online activity onto Facebook. This is as surprising to me as it is to any Facebook naysayer reading this. I used to be one of you.
Creeping is an almost pointless endeavor if you don’t have a trusted friend to whom you can show your findings with attached commentary such as “OMG isn’t she so beautiful it’s so unfair!!” or “Look at how cute his old blog was!”
11. When will I get boobs
The internet is like that. A confused logic. Though mostly I think of it as a buffet.
I deliberately use search engines and click links to articles and products that don’t interest me, that I don’t like, and that never, in a thousand years, would I ever buy.