on chocolate and culture

i guess the fact that i never really posted my review of the boxesful of Dove chocolate i got FedExed worked against me when the people from Matchstick asked me to apply to get clean hair. i did mention it on Flickr, though!
at least Kimli’s tresses will be bouncing and behaving in no time!
in other news, i’m going to a play tomorrow night! a photography friend is once again directing a play, which means Christopher and i will be getting dolled up and heading out to Granville Island to see “The Glass Box”. i like going to plays, but hardly ever bring myself to go see them. knowing someone who is making one happen on a regular basis has been fantastic for getting me out to the theatre more often. i always like to support the endeavours of people i know in real life.
so, this morning, i woke to find a Facebook friend request in my inbox. i looked at the name and drew a complete blank. i had absolutely no idea who this person was. it took a little bit of rooting around in the boxes in the back of my head, but it turns out it’s a guy who i went to high school with. someone i never talked to, but his sister ended up having sex with a guy i’d known since third grade on a park bench in Stanley Park on our grad night (or so the story went).
this is the thing i hate about Facebook. if you didn’t even TALK to me in high school, when we were in the same place every day for five years, why do you want to be my “friend” now? almost nineteen years later? seriously! yeah, yeah. i know why, because my profile is protected and you just want to see if i’m as fat and sad as i wasn in the 80’s. well, too bad. my new Facebook rules decree that if you aren’t someone i want to hang out with on a work night (HUGE!), then you don’t get to be my friend.
i feel a friend list cull coming on…
did i mention i’m going away this weekend? i’m really looking forward to that.