Facebook recently told me that “Two of my friends are fans of God.” Sweet. Really glad I now know that. That’s so useful, I think I just might tweet about it. Or better yet, I’ll start a shitty band, write a song about it, form a MySpace page, post the song and get stalked by 1,500 13-year-old girls trying to be “hella indie.” Or better yet, I won’t do anything, because who cares that I got annoyed by a random, trite bit of my life? I’d have to be pretty narcissistic to broadcast my inane thoughts for all the world to see.

Tomorrow’s forecast: Wait a second… crap.