“What are you doing?”
Talking with you. What are you doing?
“What’s on your mind?”
Well, you know, the usual.
“What’s happening?”
Umm, not much. I’m still talking with you. What’s happening with you?
“What interests you?”
You sure are interested in me. You’re not one of those online predators I hear about on the TV, are you?
“What are you working on?”
I’m not sure that’s any of your business.
“Share your photos.”
With you? I barely know you! Are you sure you’re not an online predator?
“Share something.”
I fear I spend too much time on the Internet as a crutch to avoid thinking about the crushing sameness of each and every day as well as the black hollowness of my soul. There, I said it. Are you happy now?
Also, when you look at it, all these web 2.0 sites sure are nosey. And they ask a lot of the same questions.
“What do you want to talk about?”
Oh nevermind.
“Connect with Facebook.”
I think that’s my problem.
“Abort, Retry, Fail?”
Hey! I’m talking to Web 2.0 here, you’re in the wrong conversation.
“I’m Feeling Lucky”
I definitely think you’re an online predator now.
“The conversation has been moved to the Trash.”
