so i have left myspace to the pedophiles and suburban mothers with murderous intentions, and facebook is only to stalk my ex. and so my less than triumphant return to to the social networking site that supported me through my "i don't have enough friends to join friendster" phase has begun. what exactly is new in the jordan universe one might wonder? just about everything actually. and you know what i have discovered? change is bad. very bad. in fact if i live a long and totally boring existence i shall never again complain about lack of excitement. and so i shall ramble as i can only ramble at three am when sobriety is onsetting and sleep is nowhere i sight. and unsurprisingly i am uninspired to even continue on with whining (usually my favorite activity as of late) so instead i shall finish with a series of haiku, just count syllables the way you would if you were slurring.

oh so very so
unfortunate this evening,
i have found to be

drank so much that i
lurching, found my way back to
sad sobriety

does punctuation
have a place in a haiku?
i will never know.

but instead finish
counting damn syllables and
off to sleep i go.,