Dear Facebook,
Thanks for your recent concern regarding both my love life and physical appearance. I’m not sure where your information about my dating status came from but it’s wrong. Facebook, clearly you haven’t been keeping up with my blog. It’s ok, I get it, you’re a busy social media site; it’s difficult to keep tabs on everyone.
I don’t think I’d be nearly so offended by your consistent campaign to snag me a man if the guys on the dating sites you keep advertising to me were my type, which for the record is nerdy crossed with outdoorsy, but when those advertisements are followed up with “articles” about how to lose 10 pounds FAST, I start to question whether the problem is you or me, Facebook.
However in the spirit of love which includes the act of forgiveness, I forgive you Facebook. Happy Valentine’s Day. Thank you for trying to help me; my enormous rump, Erasmus and I will be celebrating the fourteenth with Tex, my hottie hottie boyfriend. So you can ease up on the number of dating adverts I’m shown. Unless of course I start googling “How to eat an entire tub of ice cream while crying in your pyjamas over a break up” in which case you need to send me flowers on Valentine’s Day, and perhaps a personal trainer. At this point, the phrase I will most likely be googling next Saturday is “How to make homemade bacon ice cream that’s supposed to be a gift for my beau not taste like salty bike tires?”
From my heart to your electronic innards Facebook, Happy Valentine’s Day,
The Great Unwashed
The Great Unwashed 
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Always love the bonus tags on your posts.
This adblock device seems useful. You are the only person who knows they are there, so I’m glad you enjoy them. My mother says “Tags? Did you give your blog to someone?”
Oh no! I never realized I’ve missed part of the posts. I did not know I was supposed to read the tags 😦 Do you think it will take more than all of March Break to catch up. It will certainly give me a reason to reread my favorites.
March Break should be an adequate amount of time to catch up, I’ll show you where the tags are on Friday.
Does this mean we need to post those nauseating couple Facebook profile pictures? Where we’re holding hands in a wheat field? Or maybe holding guns? Dead racoons? I’m not very good at this.
Please can we make holding dead raccoons a regular part of our date nights?
The novelty might wear off. Maybe we could wear dead racoons instead. Or turn it into a game. Racoon Toss!
“Step right up, step right up. Throw a coon, win a prize.”
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