Perhaps if I'm going to curb my addiction and keep my Lenten promise, I should think about abandoning Facebook until after Easter. Facebook is an enabler, me thinks. It was my first day of sobriety from my exploits with Edgar when I got this little dandy on my profile page:
Edgar just answered a question about you!
Edgar is answering questions about their friends. You can play to find out what your friends really think about you.
I can smell Facebook spam from a mile away...I knew it was a scam yet I needed to know what he had said about me...I maneuvered myself around the site but any hopes of finding a loophole were fruitless. Beaten by a cheap Facebook app. I resigned myself that now I'd never know...would it be so bad if I tried to swindle the information out of him? I broke one of my rules and replied back:
I say cut the suspense and just tell me what you answered..haha.
Yesterday at 8:52pm
Ughhh noooo. Now I've done it...I've opened the lines of communication back up. Maybe he won't reply? Hmm? Maybe I can still maintain an air of control...
Well, I didn't. He sent me an instant chat message instead and my blood ran cold...
Edgar: i dont remember what i wrote
Me: lol. a likely story.
Edgar: what is your favorite simpson line?
Me: hmm. lemme think. thats a tough one. i can tell u my top 3
Edgar: go for it
Me:"and you must be the man who couldn't tell if it was a pimple or a boil"...."it was a gummy bear."
Edgar: lol ok thats a good one
Me: "shut up or we'll put you in that home we saw on 60 minutes." ..."i'll be good." (crooked home, i think homer says)
Edgar: how about "and your happy with your appearance? my dear friend you're the fattest thing i ever saw, and i've been on safari." i just saw that and it had me crackin up
Me: loll!! yes!
Edgar: i started watching my old simpson dvd's and i have been rolling on the floor
Me: dude, it doesn’t get any better than early to mid simpsons. here's one more from me:
Homer: Wow. A baby and a free burger. Could this be the best day of my life?
TV Announcer: Next up, an hour-long episode of "Mama's Family."
Homer: Yes!
Edgar: lol, what about this one? Homer: To find flanders i have to think like flanders, I am four eyed lamo and i wear the same stupid sweater every day..the springfield river!
Me: ahhh...yes!! "godspeed little cheese doodle." flanders has some good ones...or ones where homer talks about him
Edgar: lol
Me: alright i gotta go. "Homer, you're dumb as a mule and twice as ugly. If a strange man offers you a ride, I say take it." lol. nitey nite. Bye.
Edgar: sweet dreams
I had to go because Danny was looking over my shoulder, trying to read what I was laughing at on the computer. I hate when people do that. I navigated away and got ready for bed. Edgar's parting comment had me swooning..."sweet dreams" he had said. I could just imagine him saying that to me, with a grin on his face and a glint in his eye. I could almost feel him murmur those words near my ear..."sweet dreams...sweet dreams."
His itty-bitty typed words echoed in my brain for the rest of the night. Danny thought it would be funny to tussle around with me before bed, tickling me and poking me. It rapidly got annoying, especially since my brain and heart were trying to savor Ed's words. Danny was on my last nerve when I accidentally smacked him on the side of head. Of course he got mad and told me I had taken things too far. I haphazardly tried to apologize but it didn't sound at all sincere coming from me. I genuinely did feel bad but my desire to be left alone superseded my feelings of sympathy and remorse. Besides, no amount of explaining would wipe away Dan's pouting. I rolled over and fell asleep.
By this morning, all was forgotten and Dan tried to surprise me with tickets to see Conan O'Brien next month. Too bad his security code on his credit card didn't work and I had to buy the tickets instead. He swears he'll pay me back. Whatever.
The more I tried to steer away from Edgar, the more erratic my behavior gets. I am a little scared of what I'm becoming.
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