What is the lure of Facebook, Billy? People spend hours every day staring glazedly at computer and phone screens. And for what? To see if someone 'likes' your status? To find out what all of your acquaintances are up to without actually having to communicate with them? I feel like most of Facebook's groupies are just auctioning themselves to the rest of the world. Sexually and metaphorically speaking. And when they're not working on their repertoire and self-auction, they're checking to see what other cattle have been brought to the slaughter. It's disgusting. It's the newest form of pornography; soft enough that no one would ever question it's morals, yet startlingly addicting--keeping its ill-fated victims prey to its sticky, all-encompassing web. I hate it. And yet, I owe it. So I, too, am prey. Just another cattle to slaughter.

But I feel like I've managed to escape the appalling sex-fest side of Facebook and use it only to keep in contact with those I would otherwise cease to speak with. So why can't they? What does Facebook have that I don't? I'd just like to know, Billy. I'd just like to know...

10 4 Good Buddy

PFC Hiserman, Paige 2nd PLT "Grim Reapers"
F Co. 1st BN, 13th Inf. 193rd BDE
Building 11000 Dixie Rd
Ft Jackson, SC 2907-5020

Teal Owls Pt. 1

On June 4, around 2:00 in the morning, Candice and I were leaving Pure; it was Pride weekend and the club was packed. Candice met up with one of Paige's friends from Paige and Telmar's birthday party. His name was Daniel.

We made our way outside and toward our cars. On the way, Daniel complained that he hadn't gotten his club make-out. I hadn't either, or at least hadn't had any satisfactory ones, and stated as such. No one heard, but then Candice offered my services. I consented, and Daniel said we would when we got to the car. The kiss was amazing.

August 22, 2011 at 12:02 in the morning Daniel Tadasuke Aukai Magapan Logan asked me to be his boyfriend.

I said yes. :D