F*** My Life

The month of February has been pretty good to me. First of all, I was elected CFO of Flyer Enterprises for next year. That was pretty cool. Then just the other day I went to The Blend to purchase a Blend mug, since I have a sudden craving to get insanely addicted to coffee. Being the lucky person that I am this month, I arrived just in time to snatch the last blue mug in stock. That easily could have made anyone's month. But there's more. The HUGE discovery that happened this February for just about everyone within Flyer Enterprises was fmylife.com.

F*** My Life is basically the Twitter of sharing embarrassing stories. For those of you who don't know what Twitter is, it is a social networking service where you can share your status with your friends. If you want more details about it, just check out Twitter.com. I highly recommend it. We can be TBFF's (Twitter Best Friends Forever) if you join. But I digress, I'm not going to waste my time talking up Twitter since the majority of the people that read this are "tweeting" at this very moment.

Back to F*** My Life. The title explains it all. I am not exactly sure why I enjoy this site so much. As I sit here writing this I am torn between whether I like the site because it's beyond entertaining, or if I don't like it because I feel so horribly bad for the people. Here's an example of an F*** My Life post:

"Today, I greeted a mom and a little girl at the place where I work. The little girl looks at me, looks back at her mom, and says, 'Mommy, I hate people.' FML"

Hahahahahahahaha. Good stuff right? I'd like to think so. But then I try to put myself in this person's shoes. What if my appearance was so offsetting that it caused children to discover a newfound hatred for human life? Would I think it was funny then? Absolutely I would. Here's another tasty sample from this wonderful site:

"Today, I really had to use the airplane lavatory and afterwards the flight attendants continuously sprayed air freshener for ten minutes. FML"

LMAO (Laugh My Ass Off). As I sit here dying of laughter, I can not help but feel slightly empathic towards this poor man. Let's dive a little deeper into this one. What could this man have eaten that would make his bowel movement smell so foul? Skyline. This man was obviously enjoying a nice Regular Three-Way and possibly a juicy Cheese Coney with onions and mustard about an hour before his flight. Being his first ever experience at the oddly addicting chili restaurant, he would have no idea how much this would wreak havoc on his digestive system, as well as the sniffers of everyone around him.

So do I like this site? Yes. Although I cannot help but feel sorry for these people, they willingly share their embarrassing stories for our entertainment. Props to them for being able to share, even if it may be anonymous. I feel better about myself knowing my life is not as bad as these people and I also get to live longer because of the healthy amount of laughter.

Thanks F*** My Life.