Love and War

Apparently, I have an affinity for writing about love, relationships and men. I've come to the realization that this may make me sound a little...desperate, perhaps, or at the very least, "boy crazy," maybe? In turn, this realization has made me a bit uncomfortable because, well, I'm not.

In light of this recent epiphany, I am going to try my best to steer-clear of those topics for at least one post. Here goes:

Um...

Hm...

Oh!... No, that's the same thing...

Crap!

Oh! I got it!

Twitter is my new obsession. I have been converted over from the Facebook craze, to a world which requires you to be creative. Seriously. You only get 140 characters to express your thoughts. It's tough, but all that texting short-hand is coming in handy, for once.

I started "tweeting" about a year ago, maybe more, but wasn't really into it. It didn't make sense to me, but now that I have immersed myself into the cult, it's just plain awesome! I have developed an online family that rivals my own blood relation. There's no back-stabbing. Nobody is playing you against somebody else to get what they want. There's no sugar-coating, either. These girls tell it like it is, whether you like it or not. I love it.

I am hoping that Twitter stays low-profile like it is, now. I hate to even think about what will happen to it if it falls into the same category of fame as MySpace (anybody remember that one, or am I it? lol) and Facebook. Tragedy strikes when sites get too big. Hopefully, it'll stay a "cult" hit, so we can continue our craziness in relative peace and quiet. *crosses fingers*

If you're already a twitter-er...or, um, tweeter...errr...twat? (*snicker* Thanks to Brooke for that one!) look me up. Have a good one, folks!