2. i got myself a twitter. i instantly regret this because a) i now have yet another social outlet to disrupt my actual social outlets. like drinking and smoking and challenging people to lengthy wordy speak offs in which my inarticulate ass will always lose. b) i am instantly enraged that it won't allow me to modify my profile to the specific AND REQUIRED aesthetic i desire. there are very clear guidelines on 'edit profile' that deem my truly enthralling background qualified, yet no such action is taken when 'save changes' is submitted. truly devastating. now i sit in the purgatorial bliss of mediocrity with default settings. c) ... it's twitter. the name makes me feel like a jr high girl. but the justifications...
unintended innuendo. read that out loud as a break from the mistake. did you just die a little?! ugh. i'm in love with the combination of two words. i'm sorry mom, this will never conceive a grandchild for you. yet.
3. having several moments of diabolical laughter that will surely come back and stand over my tattered emotions saying 'i knew i'd make you RUE the day you didn't take me seriously!'. but not actually. there were some redemptive moments today that required the laugh. the real mistake was not seizing that moment sooner.
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Sounds like you need jef miller to tame the twitter beast beast is my slave.
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