Damn this Facebook!

What is it about Facebook that makes the undisciplined jabber so much? I'm on it all the time, with very little of real consequence to say (and you're just as bad, you FacebookWHORE!) (you know who you are), whilst others clearly log on either fortnightly or monthly.

I've just got back from a week in Melbourne, where I had limited internet access. Yet somehow I still managed to provide Facebook status updates - about visiting two strip clubs and a brothel no less! I will blog about those experiences, because there's obviously more to it than that (no, I wasn't visiting my Mum, thankyouverymuch), but I can't help but wonder if I should just STFU a lot more these days...