Okay, I caved. I joined Facebook. I didn’t mean to; I only wanted to “reserve” my name. Little did I know that any number of members with the same name can join Facebook. And so it began.
Now here’s the worst thing of all—I, um, like it. MySpace is easier to figure out, and my MySpace template is a damn sight prettier, but I like the silliness of Facebook. The poking and throwing polar bears and drinking margaritas. Or maybe it’s just the novelty of it all. All I know is that upon joining Facebook, I did not receive one single proposition from, ahem, “gentlemen” wanting to “friend” me. My first week on MySpace was a nightmare in that regard.
So, yes, I’m officially on Facebook, but I don’t know if non-members or non-friends or whatever can find me through this link I cut and pasted from my profile page. If it doesn’t work and you feel the urge to friend me on Facebook, as long as you’re not a pervert and don’t ask me to wiggle your wankle, odds are I’ll accept you. Just search for Cindy Procter-King. I’m pretty sure I’m the only CPK there.
(P.S. For those who don’t know, “The Wall” is Facebookese for “spot to leave notes for friends.” A.K.A. “Comments” on MySpace.)