Life in the Nuthouse

Dearest facebook
Just when I think you can’t possibly be more inaccessible, and more of a pain in all parts of my anatomy including parts I do not have, You rise to the occasion. I just need to know one thing here. Why is it that just because I may log in on a different computer, I automaticly a hacker? Am I that much of a bad girl that you have to make me go through a bunch of stupid, moronic, and rediculous hoops just so I can be told that I have to come back in an hour, because you don’t like my answers. I don’t go on face book much as it is, because you’ve got your site so bloody convaluted that going there makes my whole body quiver in pain after I’m done with what I need to do on there. Now, in order to log in from another computer, I have to look at pictures I can’t see, and try to tell you who I think they are. First of all, I used audio captia instead of the regular one. Did it occur to you that that was possibly because, um…I couldn’t see the regular captia. Did it ever occur to you that if I can’t see the regular captia, I won’t be ablle to make out the pictures? Also, even if I could see them, Some of those people, while I’ve ben in touch with them for years, I have no earthly idea what they look like. What ever happened to the old fassioned security questions? Why do we have to be shut out because you’ve got us doing things we can’t do? It’s just another computer, folks. I’m not a freaking hacker. Get a bloody clue, oh dearest facebook airheads, and fix your broken site.
No love
Your neighborhood annoyance.