I’m on Facebook. I don’t know why, really, but it seems like all of the cool kids are doing it. Jack Vinson is giving me tips on how to be all hip & stuff. I’m like a lemur. Next up, I’ll be smoking cigarettes behind the high school and sneaking sips of Boone’s Farm.
I don’t know how the hell you can find me on Facebook except to search for me under Lauren Ruettimann. I’m still on MySpace, but it seems like the only people who want to be my friends are Eastern European women who want to have a good time.
At some point, I’ll need to get back to my real life. In the meanwhile, find me on Facebook so I don’t seem like the only kid at the lunch table.