The Facebook drought is almost over.
I can feel the blood beginning to pump back into my veins...the familiar rush as I anticipate logging in and seeing all those notifications...
NOT.
I probably really haven't gotten that many, in all actuality of reality of syncopasity.
I don't know what else to talk about.
I'm seriously at a loss for words.
I don't think that's ever happened to me.
Well. Maybe once. And it was at the Grand Canyon.
I choked on a piece of gum.
Moored- past participle, past tense of moor- Verb: Make fast (a vessel) to the shore or to an anchor.
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I'm ready for a post about what you learned... what was the hardest part? why was it hard? in what ways have you realized that media, facebook, blogging, etc has shaped your thinking and who you are... how you act? do you think it makes you think/act differently... knowing that "this could be the next status!" or "this would make a great story........... been pondering this a lot lately haha!
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