Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, I think I might be a facebook addict.  I resisted facebook for a long time, I didn’t see the attraction, or the point.  I enjoyed my life without facebook,  I had good, facebook free evenings.  But, all my friends were on facebook, and they pressured me!!  They said that I was missing out, that I couldn’t talk to them whilst they were away.  Even my parents were on facebook.  My friends at home wanted me to get online so we could discuss old times, my new friends wanted me online so we could talk about newtimes.  People I kind knew searched for me without avail.  They cried out for me to join!!

Now, I thought I new about social networking.  I’d done it before I’d been on Bebo., and come out un addicted.   But what I didn’t realize is that, unlike when I was young, social network sites are now more powerful, and more addictive!!

So I joined.  I found old friends, I found new friends, I found people I realy didn’t like.  First I posted, then I chatted then I played.  I joined a mafia, I joined a war, I joined a race and a castle and a island.  I became a pirate, I went bowling, I did all the things I man could do.  I was hooked, and I am hooked and I am HOOK, a pirate and a champion. 

But what is there to do?  I suppose that my life can go on with m facebook addiction.  There are no clinics, nothing to do.  I guess I’ll just go out and get drunk with some friends and forget all about it.  Only, I have some photos to upload and I need that untraceable cell phone in Maffia wars..  Not to mention I need to beat my friends in crazy taxi, and bowling.  Better stay in, at least get things in order before I quit.