Or your Facebook status. Really, I don't care that you've just gotten up, or that you're making macaroni and cheese or that it's only two more days before the weekend. Cut that out. Reserve your Facebook status for juicy morsels like "I hate my boyfriend because he is a cheating liar." That's the good stuff, because then I get to go to your profile and snoop through your other way too informative statuses so I can piece the tattered rags of your life together. It gives me something to do when I'm bored at work, and it makes me feel better about my own life. Also: I do not desire to figure out what kind of martini I am or which pillow best describes my personality. I don't want to help you with your farm, join your mafia or throw an animal at you. I only want to look at your Facebook profile if you offer some sort of reward, which most usually comes in the form of information that should probably not be shared with the world. Keep your heat of the moment statuses coming.