loosely based on a true story

It's two a.m on a sunday morning and I'm craving my java chip frappuchino ice cream from Starbucks. I go to the fridge, grab the ice cream out of the fridge and then grab a fork. I go to my room and start digging in, but for some reason I get bits and chunks instead of a rounded spoonful of tasty fattiness. I continue eating ice cream with a fork for five more minutes until I finally realized I was using a fork.

Dot, dot, dot.

Blue eyes

I've never really thought about it much but I have to say - the most important thing I find in a mate, partner, lover, whatever you like to call it, is the color of their eyes. I'm starting to realize how much of an impact blue eyes has on me. For some reason blue eyes make me feel safe. They're warm and yet strong, fierce and piercing. I could look into them all day. I don't really care about much else. I especially love those blue eyes that are either extremely dark like a smooth black blue or really light like the beaches of Hawaii in the morning as they are kissed by the rising sun. Actually, fuck it. All blue work.

Milkman

As I went to the fridge and fished out a quart of ice cold milk, I reminisced about the milkman and how he delivered bottles of milk to suburban w.a.s.p.-y families in the morning. I actually became kind of sad because my era never saw the milkman. Quite, he was gone way before my time. There is a certain charm of having your milk delivered fresh daily by genial men. The idea takes me back to the early 1900s when life was, I guess you'd call, simple. When mommies baked chocolate chip cookies rather than buying them frozen and pre-cooked. When the neighbors all knew each other. When everything was still typed on vintage typewriters with that classic courier typeface. I think I would have liked having fresh bottles of milk delivered to me everyday. It was also much more eco-friendly than it is today surprisingly with all the activism towards going green. You would finish a bottle of milk and put the glass outside your house for the milkman to collect the next morning. They would go back to the factory to be cleaned and filled with milk for the next day. No wasted plastic. No recycling hassle. I can actually see why people love Mad Men so much. It's a reminder of the suburban levittown age. Just like glass bottles of milk.

Facebook

One thing I really want to get off my mind and perhaps chest is the whole Facebook concept. I will admit, I, like so many people, have one albeit I don't use it as much as many of friends. Even though I have a Facebook account, I still don't understand the logic behind it. From what I understand, Facebook is a social networking site but is mostly used for friends to communicate with other friends. The thing is however, if people are friends with each other, wouldn't they have each other's phone numbers, hotmail or aim addresses, and so forth? I personally find writing messages to my friends for everyone to see a bit weird unless you're narcissistic and live off of attention. I love it when someone asks me through a wall post or private message if "I wanna hang". Obviously, it would be a lot easier and quicker for me to respond to if the message was a text instead of a post which for me to see involved me needing a computer, internet access and the random want to sign onto Facebook. Another thing I don't really understand is how Facebook is used for social networking.

From wikipedia, "A social network service focuses on building and reflecting social networks or social relations among people, e.g., who share interests and/or activities."

Now, I'm not sure about you but when I meet someone new and they ask to friend me or I ask to friend them, I don't usually ever talk to them afterwards unless they do become good friends. But if the person I met was specifically for "social networking" I am ninety-nine point nine percent sure I would never speak to them again. Actually, I'd say I speak to maybe ten friends on Facebook occasionally and no one regularly. Not on Facebook anyway. I don't even know how Facebook can enhance or foster relationships. It's not a dating site and I definitely do not add random strangers even if they have the exact same interests. Yes, I've heard the miracle story of two people meeting on Facebook and then getting married but that is a one in a billion chance for Facebook. I really don't think it strengthens friendships because friendships are created and enhanced by hanging out, doing things together, sharing secrets and gossip, not by wall posting for an hour straight on each other's walls. It might be something that will stay, but I'm not quite sure.

I just feel like Facebook is one of those new chic things that everyone uses and then will kind of just forget. *cough Myspace *cough