My Twitter Addiction

Everyone experienced or heard of Twitter-addiction. I’m sure it’s been tweeted and blogged about to death. So what makes my addiction to Twitter any special? Hell if I know... I’m just glad I’m away from Twitter while I’m blogging.

Yes, Twitter can be a positive place to rant, rave, and make friends. Honestly, I’ve met two of my best online buddies through it. Having said that, there’s a load of loons out there, too. Also, every once in a while, a frenzied mob attack all created by retweet of someone’s misery. 

So who are these people on Twitter? Can you judge them by what they tweet? Then I looked at my own tweets in the last 24 hours. Aaaaaaand it was sad. Now mind you, these are only half of my tweets! I was taken aback to say the least. Here goes.

Gollum is a thin, pale, old stalker with piercing eyes.... Hot dang! Gollum is Edward Cullen!!

Bella does deserve an old-fashion backhand slap. still, I don't think that would make her a decent character...

So #WW means Writer Wednesday? All this time, I thought you guys were calling me Wonderful Woman. Hmmm....

If you're good at juggling and multi-tasking, go bother some other people. I don't want to be a part of your "project."

Don't let my looks fool you. I don't get inspired by mediocrity, I'm not too keen on being nauseously positive, and I certainly won't LOL.

Duh! I do know something about fine wine, you know! I microwave it to bring the flavor out myself.

Your writing track shoud go like this... "Mom? Mom? Honey? Mom? Mom? Mom? Honey?" It works good on MURDER scenes.

I feel like going on a drunken, naked rampage! ............................................... Alas, I don't have an audience.

you can't quit me; no one can

My neighbor has glaucoma, I think. I pretend to be walking my dog near his house during his "treatment"

On my QUERY excel sheet, I mark rejections as DENIED, not rejected. Because they DENIED me from entering the publishing industry;P

Well, I'm not bitter. I just calls it as I sees it.

Cheer up. You're not at the age of forecasting storms just by aching joints.....yet. 

Well, they’re no award-winning poems, per se. And I’m not proud of the things I say on twitter or not. I swear most of them are me trying to be helpful. The truth is those tweets don’t accurately portray the real me. I swear to you that I’m not a bitch trapped in a grumpy old man’s body. I just think being pseudo-anonymous gives you the power to be meaner than you really should be. So let’s forgive and forget, eh? I’ll forgive you for your stupid tweets, too. I promise:)

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