Stop it. Just stop it.

I don’t want to know which alcoholic drink I am. (I know already: a black Russian.) I don’t want to know which Bible character I am or which Sex and the City character I am. I don’t want to know what color, videogame, type of shoe, car or ’80s movie defines me. And as much as I love his music, I really don’t care which Bruce Springsteen song I am.

All this junk is turning Facebook into one giant cootie catcher.

Feh.

Are you with me?

This entry was posted on Wednesday, March 25th, 2009 at 6:00 am and is filed under Internet Stuff, Social Media.