Instead, I'm going to give you, the blog reader, all my tweet-worthy thoughts of the previous day, in digest form. This may seem rather pointless, but ... well, there's no second half to this sentence.
5/18 10:31am -- Chick-Fil-A's new "Chick Fil A" sauce (honey mustard plus something creamy) is fucking delicious, but I'm sticking with Polynesian sauce.
5/18 10:44am -- Listened to the Commodores' Night Shift on YouTube.
5/18 10:55am -- Rode the lollercoaster after watching this.
5/18 1:49pm -- Fuck this, I'm out.
I think twitter just might not be that appealing to married couples. I already have a captive audience for fleeting banal musings throughout the day. Hi, Hon! There's a sale on organic bananas at HEB! Jane just pooped in the potty! I feel equal parts pity and rage for our dog, with the merest soupcon of angsty guilt. Was that over 140?
ReplyDeleteOR, Twitter is great for when you're sick of talking to the family and you want to pretend that someone else is listening and gives a shit that you want an Americano.
ReplyDeleteAlso, you can't say "fuck." Not that I'm trying to dissuade you, I'm on Twitter, and I still don't know why.
"The people have spoken, and they want to be told to shut up," or so the case is made by Pitchfork's resident luddite. That's right, a hipster luddite. It might actually have been more enjoyable if he'd made his case in 140 words instead of 140,000.
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5/20 10:20pm Lucy falls asleep on verse 2 of Nightshift. Bookmarked the page.
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