The Facebook Freaks Club

Here's why I think, no, why I know I need Facebook therapy. Allow me to list you the reasons as to why I say that.

Firstly, I muck around Facebook so much in a day that I get an average of 60-70 notifications a day.

Secondly, I'm so obsessed with the Zombies app that so far I have managed to infect 39 chumps and recruit them into my zombie army, bite 245 times and accumulate a whooping 1,090 fighting points. That brings my total Zombie points to 3,500 (including other bites by my army) as of July 11, 12:13am. My rank attained is Stealth Zombie.

Compare this to the No. 2 zombie in my entire Zombie Friends list who only has an army of 16 zombies, 2218 zombie points and holds a rank of Zombie Mogul.

Thirdly, I have been spending so much time on My Fab Bag, which is rather evidently a female-oriented application, that I have managed to increase my spending limit to $1,258,330 in a remarkably short span of time.

Fourthly, I meticulously sonic boom,, toilet-paper, serenade, sucker-punch, my friends such that I have managed to attain the level of Rockstar for my SuperPoke! app. For reference sake, this level allows me three new actions: to motorboat, hook up with and yack on friends.

This list could go on and on, but I need more time to go back and Facebook. But this one is pretty bad. Fifthly, I am so caught up with my (fluff)Friends app that I have decided to draw up a table which completely and comprehensively lists my pet's food preferences. Below you can find a table which documents each food item and the subsequent food reaction and fph increment.