Hey there, Facebook friend.  I understand that you’re going through some tough emotional times, but I don’t really care about your dog’s cancer treatment.  And the 12 status updates regarding his (her, maybe?  I don’t know what Cinnamon is.) health you post daily are starting to get so annoying that I’ve found myself wishing your dog harm just to stop it all.  They’re clogging my homepage and making it difficult for me to stalk everyone I’ve ever French kissed and their current fiancés.  So, consider yourself hidden.  You post too many stupid kitten videos and not enough stupid dancing baby videos anyway.  This has been coming for some time.  I actually considered doing this when you wrote “none” during that breast cancer bra color scam.  I thought that was kind of classless.  I mean, I’m not wearing pants right now and haven’t for the past three days in a row.  Do you hear me screaming it from the digital rooftops?  Wait, what?  This thing is on?  Crap.