I've been in WHOSE bedroom?

I just came from that Oregon guy's blog, and what he wrote absolutely cracked me up. He said he found me in his bedroom on YoVille. Check it out HERE. Don't forget to read his comment section; sometimes that's the best part.

I'm still laughing.

By the way, I have no recollection of being in his bedroom. I must have been sleep-walking.

Hooked on Yoville

I blame my daughter for this latest Internet addiction: YoVille, an application on Facebook.

When you start out as a YoVille resident, you get to create a little "you" to live in the apartment you are given. You can actually walk around the town and talk to people. Yes, it's a kid thing; and I'm hooked. By the way, if you think that doesn't look much like me, there's no way to put wrinkles and gray hair on me. So that's a younger version.

In YoVille you can go to work at the Widget Factory every six hours and draw your pay. You can then spend your earnings on furniture for your home, clothing, coffee, booze, food, or even a house.

I'm not good at saving large amounts of money, even pretend money. But I did finally save enough to buy myself a junkie trailer house (sound familiar?).

I actually paid YoVille bucks for that pickup on jacks and that dilapidated doghouse. Oh, and the junk fence.

I can rearrange furniture in my rooms any time I want. I can visit my daughter's apartment or trailer.

If you ever decide to move to YoVille, look me up.

Don't even get me started talking about myFarm. (I doubt these links will work if you don't have the applications on Facebook yourself.)

Somebody just shoot me.