i 86'ed facebook.

yesterday i gave good ole facebook a swift kick in the ass. it wasn't easy, my friends, it wasn't easy. *tear* (okay, maybe it was.. i only "deactivated" it,  which means i could bring it back in it's entirety at any minute.. ooooo, the temptation!) but, my hope is that i will realize how freeing it feels to not have that to check periodically throughout the day— checking in to see what's new with all these people i could care less about. why on earth do we waste so much time doing that shit? because i know for a fact that i wasn't the only one. and then i used to wonder why i insisted on sharing my life in so much detail with those who do not care about me, but rather, are plain nosey. why should i let them see photos of what i did last weekend? or see who my new boyfriend is.. (OMG! they broke up and she already has a new boyfriend!? no way!) or read what my sister has to say to me on my wall about the concert we must go to on my birthday. suddenly, everyone and their brother knows that i am attending jason mraz on this date, at this place. i mean, really?

it's crazy how addicting social networking is. cory asked me the other day if i would consider myself a "facebook addict". and you know what, i said yes. i was (am?). holy crap. but you know, really, in facebook's defense, it is nice to be able to easily contact someone you wouldn't normally call or easily find someone because you don't have any of their contact information. facebook can work wonders when it comes to that. and i'm not gonna lie, it is freaking awesome looking at everyone's pictures. i love that! (yeah, i'm nosey too, people, get over it) and delving into other people's business, who wrote what on her wall and she wrote this back. NO WAY!! Holy drama-gossip city. i certainly know i've been upset about someone else's "status" update assuming it was directed towards me. that bitch!

facebook is taking over. plain and simple. it's as addicting as heroine. and people cannot stop. even old people have facebook. my apologies to any "old people", but i don't really feel like being "facebook friends" with my boyfriend's mom or my mom, for that matter! Please. (sorry mom, i still love you!)

we should all just have blogs because blogs are cool. 

my point.

people, this is a serious matter.

i am about to prove a point i stated a few days ago in another posting.

the picture doesn't lie.

aside from my "notes", you can see there was no photoshop work done

to superimpose the unwanted elements.

it's all the cold, hard truth.

if there is anybody out there who disagrees with me,

please feel free to leave a comment on this post.

thanks. bye.

(click image to enlarge so you can read the captions)

it's ami. not amy.

it. is. three. little. letters.

a - m - i

that's it.

can someone please explain to me why it is so incredibly hard, for some people, to spell my name right? i will forgive you the first couple times if you just met me and hadn't yet realized that my name is spelled different than the typical way. but when you have known me for a year, six months even, how hard is it? 

there are people i converse with 80% by email. 

i am quite certain i type my name on the bottom of every single one of the emails i send. and i'm also quite positive my email address has my name spelled correctly right there in it. spelling it wrong when you write me back is bogus. sometimes i think people do it on purpose (not really) or they simply do not pay attention to a whole lot if they can't even spell a damn name right. 

unbelievable.

who are you?

a new bathroom.

the bathroom that used to be tangerine orange...

irritation.

the photo-taking inabilities people possess amaze me. 

how hard is it to take a photo that is appealing to the eye? how hard is it to center a photo if it needs to be centered? how hard is it to get the subject's feet in the photo without cutting off the top of another important element? do these people not look at the picture as a whole when looking through the viewfinder or the giant 3-inch screen on a digital camera? 

this will irritate me for the rest of my life.

and then i love it when i am taking a photo of others and they harass me for turning the camera at an angle. "why do you turn the camera crooked!?" they practically shout while laughing as if it is funny. it's funny? funny until you see the photo and realize, oh! it is eye appealing and much better than straight on with seventeen feet of space above their heads. you do not need to be a professional photographer to take a decent picture. morons.

ami + cory

we made our own art at the walker art museum.

lucy turns two.. continued.