When I’m left too long all by myself

Alternately titled:

This is what I think of while I’m alone and it makes me laugh out loud and then get embarassed because there’s no one with me

Or

this won’t be nearly as funny to you because you weren’t with me

The other day I was heading home from somewhere (the details aren’t important) but while I was stopped at a stop sign I took a moment to check my phone because I heard it blip at me (country road, no one behind me, don’t get excited). So I hit the button to wake up my Droid and slid my finger down the phone to open my home screen.

Normal every day activity, right?

Yes. Except you didn’t see what I had facebooked earlier that day

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