Inspired by my sister and a few other daily bloggettes, I’ve decided to get back into the swing of this.
I am officially a Tweeter. I signed up a few weeks back, when I overheard on the news that Jennifer Aniston broke up with John Mayer because of his Tweeter addiction. I thought, “No way it can be that addicting.” Luckily, it’s NOT!! While I think it’s nice to know what Blink 182’s bassist is eating for lunch, and what a gal pal thinks of her friend’s flu symptoms, I will be deleting my account.
I don’t know where I obtained my intense desire for privacy. Maybe from living with four girls in a dorm room that sat level to the parking lot and smoker’s area. Maybe from knowing that military-hired movers were scrounging through my stuff. Maybe from having a big sister whom I know rubbed my toothbrush under the sink faucet.
Yeah, I have no idea where it came from…
So anyway, I am revoking my Twitting privileges immediately. That way, Aria won’t come after me.