It’s over. The fight I fought is lost.
I joined Facebook. I’m having an anxiety attack just thinking about it.
I had to join for work; when a friend found me, I decided to set up a personal account as well as my professional one. Here’s hoping never the twain shall meet.
The first person to want to friend me on my personal account? An ex BF — of course. (Not The Ex, although he’s on FB too. We’ll see what happens.)
Now I just have to fiddle with my privacy settings, and then figure out if Twitter updates to Facebook (anyone?). I need to keep Facebook time suck to an absolute minimum.
I have kids to raise and laundry to do, yo.