In the past few weeks I’ve found that, late at night, Facebook can send me into a fit of incoherent, mindless rage. I stomp around the house pulling my hair and try not to post anything until morning.
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Whenever my mom mentions something on Facebook I get the deer in headlights look as I try to remember if I’ve posted anything incriminating lately.
I made up the part about the thong but my mom really did call me and tell me to get back to work. Apparently she keeps an eye on the time stamp of the increasingly inane comments throughout the day. Though I don’t have anything online that’s nearly as….interesting as some of my brothers work. I don’t think I could really shock my mom if I tried. My sister already brought a republican to dinner that one time. Awkward.