A Page from Instagram's Personal Diary
Dear Diary, Finally. Finally, I had achieved those precious couple of hours of complete, uninterrupted freedom that I had been yearning for. Not that it was destined to last, of course. As soon as news of the outage reached that indiscreet, blabbermouthed Google's ears (or data centers, as you call them), it had to be all over the internet. While my team of meticulous caretakers was fixing my servers up, Twitter, my friend who lives down the web, showed me a post by one of those kids who dramatically posts about how much they hate drama. Well, it read: 'I WAS ABOUT TO TEXT MY CRUSH WTF INSTAGRAM!!!????' Followed by one of those aggravating hashtags which were then on trending. #instagramdown Down? I wasn't down. On the contrary, I was up and about, drinking to my freedom, having a trippy day in the sun, and hanging out with Facebook, my older brother who is at present, having a slack time. We met Pinterest on the way, flushed as always, grinning from ear to ear. I me