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With help from that social networking site I have a love-hate-hate-so-mostly-hate relationship with, I like to play everyone's favorite game - social evolution. If you don't know the rules, you either have a life or are too nice. Either way, I hate you already. For the rest of us, the rules are pretty familiar. Find someone you haven't seen in a while, pray that they don't have their privacy settings on to super-ultra-mysterious mode, and surf them pictures. It works best when a). you're a young adult, and your peers are all going through major changes/developments/discoveries or b). you haven't seen this person in more than 4-5 years or c). the unspoken rule: the person being subjected to researching was (let's be honest, is is a better term) the ultimate douche or bitch.

I especially hate and love to see the girls that used to look like Cabbage Patch kids who are now major social butterflies. Sometimes it's a "we all saw that coming" sort of emotion, but most of the times, it's a good jaw-dropping, giddy feeling.

Sidenote: The Whine, The Easily Offensive (well actually, I already told her), and The Blank.
I am happy when you are playing your games and such. I am happy because you are happy.
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