Waitlisted on Facebook

Let me ask you something...

Just because Dana Martucci tries to friend me on Facebook, does that mean I owe her some kind of response? I don't want to erase or ignore the request, because I don't really do that, especially not to people I do know. That said, I really don't want this girl, whose profile picture is a question mark, in with my group of people.


It's kind of exactly how I felt about Dana Martucci when I was in grade school. Younger sister of a best friend who ultimately became known as the "guy who shit himself" and I was good enough to lend my sweatpants.


We remained somewhat in contact until I reached a high school age where I became vicious, and tough to be around. Well, at least to Neil. But his little sister? I mean Jesus, I barely knew her then. I really have no interest in catching up.

I'm really not sure I'd accept a friend request from Neil. I don't really look people up on there that often, to be honest. I'm more reactive. What's the feature, friend finder? Whatever the hell that feature is called in there. Not that I even have his e-mail address.


I'll save my further Facebook rants for a later post. Till then, Dana will be waitlisted on Facebook. The Jonathan Club, it ain't easy getting in.