My Every Day Life: Rant Part Two

Okay,  I have a question. Ever had one of those days that seemed to be unreal.  Well today, I am having one of those unreal and you got to be kidding me days.

Oh, of all days, I usually in the writing and editing mode but one thing got to me, which is getting old. This morning I was on Facebook, I seen someone made a friend request.  I thought it was someone I knew.

Nope, I was wrong. This young fellow had only two photo shots one of himself and the other of an armor vehicle in the desert. He  did not have anything on his profile page. As for his friends list, all women from different part of the country. It would have been nice to know where he was from and who he was. But nothing I even Google search his name and nothing.

This Cajun Gal is getting really tick off by those fake profiles on Facebook. Last week it was the same thing happen.  No, information on his profile page. I have too much to think about, to worry who on Facebook or be bothered.  If I want to be bothered by nonsense people, I just have to go on the Date Sites I am on. There I chat with a lot of nonsense men, whom sometime turned out to be scammers, married, way too young or related. (Oh yes, I have chatted with some distant cousins. It was very embarrassing to find out.)

Okay,I am not used to ranting. I am not the type to complain. I do not even like drama. The only Drama I like is in books or plays.

Oh well, I guess I am not perfect like some people, I know.  Anyway end of rant.

Last Saturday afternoon was foggy and gloomy.

Last Saturday afternoon was foggy and gloomy.


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