People who use their Facebook status to give you a minute-by-torturous-minute account of their day's mundane activities. No, I don't care that you made breakfast, washed the dishes, checked your email , gazed at the clouds in the sky while thoughtfully picking your nose, or counted the number of bumps in your cottage cheese ceiling (732,409).
There are certain things we all do which, though not shameful, should be kept private and not shared with the world. Didn't your parents teach you that?
And to add insult to injury, you have the gall to ask me why I deleted my old account, set up a new one under an assumed name and neglected to include you in my now blessedly small group of friends.
Really?
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