The Facebook Witness Protection Program.......

Or, FWPP.....which is almost like the noise your computer makes when someone sends you an instant message in what has to be the best thing that has happened to stalkers since binoculars were invented. I am referring, of course, to Facebook.

And is it creepy that I'm listening to Media Player on shuffle and just as I started this blog, 'Every Breath You Take' started up? I shit you not......God has a FANTASTIC sense of humor.

And so, I'm hiding out here in my blog, (Mission Impossible theme here, maestro).....not wanting to do something so unchivalrous as unfriend someone--and yet reconsidering the definition of both 'chivalry' and 'friend' before I make any decisions and/or conclusions.

It's interesting to watch: with Facebook minimized (so she can probably tell I'm typing something, just not to her, which has got to irritate the living shit out of her--and I'm just enough of a bitch to get a perverse amusement from this)--although, at the same time, I keep getting "FWPP, FWPP, FWPP...." ("Shit, shit, shit....") "FWPP, FWPP, FWPP....." ("Get a clue, get a life, get someone else's phone number....")

And the little icon in the task tray reads, "New message from _________!!" Apparently, the administrators of Facebook don't think that "FWPP, FWPP, FWPP...." will suffice.

FWPP, FWPP, FWPP is kinda like the sound my heart makes when it's pounding........

Too bad for the offending party--MY definition of 'chivalry' was predominantly shaped as the United Nations defined it in their 1947 Charter.

But somehow--unfortunately--I get the feeling that Chivalry as it pertains to the Laws of International Armed Conflict aren't appropos here. ('Armed conflict' conjures some brilliant ideas--pun intended--unfortunately, it wouldn't be international.)

So I guess you'll find me--or not, which is the point--in the Facebook Witness Protection Program.