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44 emails later...

Cami Kaos

14 Dec 2010 — 1 min read

Okay facebook. I get that you want to keep me informed. I get that you want me to know what's going on and that when my likeness is tagged, like in a photo of me, you think I should know about it.

And thank you. That's considerate of you and I do love me some common courtesy, but sometimes I have to say enough is enough. I get that my daddy put a bunch of pictures up on facebook today. I get that I'm in them. They're from my childhood. They're all in one album. Together. They were all uploaded at the same time.

So did you really need to send me an email for each and everyone of them?

No. I think not.

kisses,

Cami

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