Twitter is the new Husband.
140 characters. No Capcha. The end.
I was not the only one giving a cursory look-see to blog posts that were 25 pages long with no pictures. Get a camera, get a scanner! Download from the Internet, only throw a reader a picture bone.
I was not the only one tired of people with 50 Google followers posting 9 times a week. I know a lot of people pledge to post EVERY DAY. 365 posts. I read 200 blogs a day. WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME? Did I kill your cat or something?
Posting 365 days is not a goal. Hiding your kids' squeaky toys so they'll never find them again is a goal. Eating an entire bag of chips in under 7 minutes is a goal.
You will never read a tweet that says "Sorry I haven't tweeted in a while; I'm a bad twitterer."
No silly, I didn't even know you were missing. Were you in Afghanistan fighting the Taliban? No. You were at your Aunt Mary's baking a thousand cookies made from play dough and twigs. THANK GOD YOU CAME BACK FROM THAT HORROR.
I know what you're thinking, 3 days on Twitter and I'm a bitter hag. You're right; nothing has changed.
And also, no pictures today. That's how I'm punishing you.
End of chat.
