QUOTE(Black Hand @ Aug 22 2013, 07:30 PM)

That actually reflects my feelings towards Facebook quite accurately acutally.
I *want* to delete it...*every* time I do...
Text Message: You okay, bro?!
Call: Son, I saw you deleted your facebook page...is everything alright? Do you need someone to talk to?
Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.
I'm about to throw a goddang monkey wrench in the works.
"Status Update: Yes, I am deletin' mah page! Yes, I'm fahn, fahn, just fahn! Beleive it or not, I don't want the attention, or the annoying ads from my browser history! It's called a phone, address, and email address! I don't care that you like Blueberries or Old Swing Muzak! Have a great a time 'tards!"
I had to keep my Myspace open till after my Mom passed, she liked to get on there and look at the pictures of me and my sons, lol.
The last time Tom changed the format they changed my profile name to my full name and posted my city as well. They lost all my family and friend's photos in the change; but Myspace managed to keep all the stupid pictures of squirrels I had - then shuffled what they saved into different albums and renamed my photo albums to names THEY thought would be more appropriate for the content.
*mALX turned green, grew to giant proportions, ripped shirt off; then proceeded to rip Tom's shirt off as she deleted her account*
I deleted my Facebook account for the above comment's complaint - I don't need a web site to "help me" make friends based on how much revenue they can garner off it, and didn't like the idea they were sending my page to everyone and their brother either (just by virtue of them living in the same city).
"Hey, did you know Skankius Mooch and Murderous Assassinous both live in the same city you do and also have Facebook pages? You should be friends!"
Am I two years old? "Look, my shirt is blue and so is yours! We are twins!"