Write on my wall?

I just had an ex-girlfriend write a somehow touching and heartfelt note on my wall. It was about how she really enjoyed our time together, and she didn't really understand what had happened with us; I just suddenly had another girlfriend. The problem is, THAT SHIT IS PERSONAL. I don't really want my work contacts to know how much of an actual, practicing asshole that I really am. Maybe they should get to know me slowly, like ummm, normal, before they are exposed to the kaleidoscope of perversions and misbehavior that any relationship is bound to be (especially with me). Shit man, I need to look at this Facebook thing every day to make sure that people don't write some fucked up embarrasing shit about me. I need to manage my profile. I must control the way that I am seen, the way that people perceive me. Like any society, we must be polite, well maintained, but somehow fun. But with Facebook, we become our own brand. Really, the way that the program operates is so shockingly similar to how a publicist handles a client, how an ad agency manages a new line of cosmetics; but with Facebook the client is you, the manager is you. You are your own public image, and baby, it takes hours to maintain and grow. Have a look at this link for this asshole Dan Schwabel and you will have some idea what I am saying. http://personalbrandingblog.wordpress.com/quote-me/
This is social networking, and this is serious business. We must, in this day and age, have an online presence that is approachable and makes you want to say "I want to do business with that guy", or "I want to fellate him because he is a fan of Sufjan Stevens and voted for Obama", maybe "He could be cool to pitch this project to". It reminds me of a quote by Guy Debord: "In societies where modern conditions of production prevail, all of life presents itself as an immense accumulation of spectacles. Everything that was directly lived has moved away into a representation." Debord called this shit, like, 80 years ago. Our forefathers slaved away, advancing each generation just a little bit, scrimping and saving and sacrificing so that our precious free time could be superpoke and food fling? Fuck me. Find me something real on Facebook and I will eat my shoe. Continue your virtual community circlejerk, your simulated society, your imaginary perfect pastel shaded teenie-bopper world with the unicorn wallpaper and The Cure on the stereo, you fucking fragile little bitches. Remember the "Choose Life" and "Frankie says Relax" shirts from the 80's? It didn't seem so patsy and gay at the time, right? It was just positive and life affirming. Well, just look at your Facebook profile from a distance and you will find your behavior to be as queer as a handbag filled with rainbows.