In the olden days when the love of your life left you for a random girl you would write them letters and cry about it and then move on. Nowadays, it's not that simple.
There's this thing called Facebook, where Knight the Knobhead is able to message me (asking me what happened to my blog and wishing me a happy birthday) and where he is just a mouse-click away. I don't want that temptation, thank you very much!
Technology is just so frustrating like that. I don't want to be kept updated with what my "friend" the Knob is doing. I don't care if he's having a whale of a time with Sutcliffe.
I'm going to go and live in a cave.