Awhile back, Facebook told me that my brother's 1st pyscho ex-wife wanted to be friends.

"Oh my!"

Of course, my brain said, "You dumb ass! Don't accept that request!! She's Pyscho Ex-Wife #1 of Bro for a reason!"

But my fingers said, "Yeah, but she was the less pyscho of his two wives!"

"Yeah, I guess..." the brain gives in and we accept the request.

No biggie.

Then for some odd reason, probably because I have my youngest niece as a friend, or maybe Facebook just thought I needed the complete collection, my brother's second pyscho ex-wife wanted to be friends too.

"Okay, no, no, no! I putting my foot down on this one!" my brain goes into action.

"You don't have feet!" my fingers replied giggling.

"Shaddup! You should give mouth its meds!"

Somewhere in all the confusion, I hit accept.

Strangely, not but a day later, Facebook decides that I don't have enough fun in my life and the girl from high school, the one who told her parents I was the father of her baby because they liked me and hated the real father, flashes up as requesting to be my Bud in High School Friend Finder or what have you.

Did I accept?

Sure did.

Her status was 'Divorced' and looking at her current photos, she still had a nice ass.

What?

I guess technically she was my pyscho girl friend, she was a friend who happened to be a girl and mucho pyscho.

Course, Facebook is more than just meeting up with pyscho girls, there's also games.

Applications.

Such as Friends and Family want to flood your account with requests.

"I need a danish to complete my quests!"

"I want you to be my neighbor!"

I just want to look at naughty pictures and post status updates about my flea bites on my ass.

If I wanted to plant corn and wait for it to grow then harvested it, I'D FRUCKING GO OUTSIDE AND DO IT!!!!

Well, Hemp Farm is pretty fun, I have to admit.

Course, the Internet in general can, just like Realworld, be a beautiful, fun, scary, fucked up little world.

There's places your brother's ex-wives can find you and request to be your friend, when, in real world, they use to hunt you in their dreams and have sex with your toes.

In the virtual worlds, they are your friends, liking your pictures you 'pinned', pinning them back so their friends can ask, WHO IS THAT?

"My pyscho brother-in-law from a previous marriage!"

And they pin it in return.

PIN! PIN! PIN! All about the Pin.

Neither of his ex-wives Twitters. 

I tried Tweeting about my monkey's potty breaks and a few people, including some clothing designer from New York, got into my tweets, but I didn't really.

Blogging seems to be more fun, wordier, I can post a 10,000 word essay about penis fishes in my blog and get better views than posting a 120 word Tweet about my bowel movement.

Well, actually, that got better views than the penis fish post.

I did try Second Life a bit, not enough to get addicted, just enough to be approached by a European Vampire who gave me a whip.

I went back in search of her a few times, but, well, guess she got bored with dancing at the Techno Club at dawn and talking to a 6 foot rabbit(well the first time we met I was Rhak --- Cyberpunk Dude! She liked the rabbit better!!!)

Hollywood has tried to make movies to capture the feeling of Cyberspace and its interaction and some have come close but none will ever get it just right, you have to experience it, live it, the good, the bad, and the ugly.

The ugly being reading a Tink post at 4am on a Sunday while you're still tripping on the LSD your granny gave you.

Trust me, you haven't experienced life till you've done that.

The bad is of course finding out your spouse is actually the hot young teeny bopper you've been cybering with at Ron's House of Chat.

The good is you don't care and keep cybering.

IF YOU LIKE PINA COLADAS.....

Good night and have a better tomorrow.....

P.S. Now EBay is the Devil's tool!! Craigslist too!!!

AMAZON WILL STEAL YOUR SOUL AND SELL IT TO ANGIE'S LIST!!!!