Finally, a Story Hour that doesn’t involve piss and vomit. (Although interestingly, it does still involve laundry.) Poor Allyson is suffering from what I call TMI Syndrome, and it does not look good on her. TMI Syndrome is when you’re basically suffering from social media Tourette’s and cannot shut the fuck up. Everything inside of you is screaming, “Allyson! Allyson!!! Stop writing messages on your OWN Facebook Wall. You look crazy.” but you can’t stop. It’s like an addiction. A dangerous, embarrassing addiction.
Personally, I go crazy over the phone so that only one person hears it. My historical “outbursts” (sans pregnancy, mind you) have ranged from hanging up on someone at least 90 times in a row to sending frequent, desperate text messages at 4AM that read like this: “OK, motherfucker. You want to play? LET’S PLAY. You’re acting like a HUGE prick right now and I honestly can’t even believe we’re together!! And you can forget about taco night!!!!”
Man, I’m glad none of that ever got spewed onto Facebook. Wise up, Allyson. If it’s a FO (Freakout), it doesn’t belong on FB (Facebook).
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