Facebookaholic
I turned on my laptop. Even before the desktop loaded, I clicked on the browser icon, I couldn't wait till i could click on the Facebook.com short cut on the user tab, it turned on with my password saved; I hit enter fast, like a chat ninja. There was I. In front of a huge number of notifications, which slowly i opened one by one. I liked a few random pics even if I thought it were stupid, then a few status messages which I dint even read fully, then a few app request without wondering "Why would some one even like a app request?" and then drop a few comments hopefully, hopeless. Then like my own comments even if it had just a little essence of humor, then randomly read a few other comments, and like the rest. Then comes the crucial decision making part when I need to choose a pic of mine and change my DP again. Update a status. Like it. I would even like the like button if it were feasible. Read a few messages often spam, then reply with equally meaningful conte