I didn’t mind when you called me fat and lonely. The fat part was correct, winter and my vast consumption of marshmallows has led to a rather large and noticeable change in my weight and size. But I’m not going to sweat it Facebook, or at least I won’t sweat it until about April after which point I’m going to sweat it all off.
I even got the lonely part Facebook, it was your way of helping. Like my grandfather Facebook, you would prefer that everyone come in pairs. It was nice of you to try and help, but I’ve got this whole relationship thing under control.
However, your most recent trend of showing me bridesmaid dresses? I don’t even know where you’re getting that information from Facebook. What part of searching for Google images of ponchos leads you to believe that I’m going to always be the bridesmaid from now on and die in a house full of hungry mewling cats? That’s just mean Facebook, and completely uncalled for. Also the dresses are ugly. You have terrible taste. Please go back to showing me ads of women sporting A lines with the words “Now in size twelve to twenty-four” because you’re right Facebook, I never wear pants.
Not sincerely, and in fact quite angrily not yours,
The Great Unwashed
The Great Unwashed 
Adblock. Get it. Seriously.
But then what would I see? Would there just be white gaping holes in the screen? Or would there be picture of unicorns? I must admit I’m not fond of unicorns.
No, merely photos of smug users.
But there would be less to rant(and write) about. Of course you could always use your mothers’ solution – Facebook! What’s face book?!
love Mom (Officially outing myself as older than dinosaurs) 🙂
I like how you separated it into two words and neglected to capitalize it. Take that Facebook. Me and my cats will not recognize you as a proper noun!
I’m mostly just happy that I’m not the only one who keeps their holiday weight on until April.
Oh Good gravy, at this point I’m continuing to put it on, Fatuary has turned into Munch.
Lol