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I have to take a moment out of my VERY crazy life right now to blog about something that doesn’t matter, that shouldn’t matter…to anyone.

Recently, several of my Facebook “friends” have posted very long rants about how much they HATE (hate really? such a strong emotion) people who use hashtags on Facebook.  They threaten to “unfriend” anyone who uses a hashtag in a Facebook update.

Pause for a moment here – if the biggest issue that you have in any given 24 hour period is the fact that your fake cyber friends or long lost high school acquaintances don’t type a personal facebook status update to your liking, you need a REAL dose of perspective.  Talk about the shiny sided life…

I get it, I know that hashtags were created for Twitter, to trend and track.  We know that they are not a functional Facebook feature (how about that AP English teachers of my past – there’s some alliteration for you! #beproud #seewhatIdidthere).  But honestly, I find the concept of hashtags rather brilliant.  To me, a little “#” replaces a much more cumbersome statement like, “In my mind, I’m thinking…” or “Light bulb moment:…”.  I use hashtags to point out the opinion of the voice in my head that speaks uncensored apathetic common sense.  To me, a hashtag is a way to express a more verbose “duh” – it’s a little freedom for my inner diva.

So please, by all means, UNFRIEND me.  I’m sure my life will go on without you…and your trivial trials in life.  #suckitupanddeal #Ipreferwordpressformyrants

That Moment When…Reprised

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That moment when…you think you put something in a place for safe keeping, you realize you can’t remember where that safe place is, you ‘fess up to losing said thing, only to discover that there was never a “something” in the first place…your very overwhelmed brain fabricated the ENTIRE thing.

And the reprise, reprised: That moment when…you realize you are so tired and so blonde-brain overloaded, you probably shouldn’t be allowed operate anything, like not even an ice maker…because after all, you dreamed an entire situation – from the moment a check was handed to you, to the moment you stowed it, and then subsequently lost it – into existence.  And you were sick for two days because you thought it was real and you’d lost someone else’s money.

And by you, I mean me…

#shinyside – the only thing I’m losing is my mind…