“Hi, I’m Meg, and I’m a Facebookaholic.”

“Hi Meg!”

“I honestly thought I could handle it on my own, but now it seems like I update my status multiple times a day (even though I’ve just been sitting at my desk drinking coffee), and I can’t seem to go an hour without trying to search for some guy I had a crush on when I was seven. Or thirty. Or whatever.

I realized I had a problem today when I got an error message and started to tremble.

I don’t think it was the two pots of coffee.

But that’s a different addiction altogether.

What was I saying?”

This is how you know it’s Web 2.0… it starts with “Hey.”

Well, hey yourself, Facebook.

LET ME IN.