Tweet, tweet, twit.
I just don't understand. Could someone please explain to me the concept of "tweeting"? I imagine Twitter to be similar to my Facebook status. Updated 17 trillion times a day. If I had Twitter, here's what my tweets might look like:
5:49AM: Why do bikers insist on wearing yellow Lycra? It IS possible to cycle in denim and cotton. Is it yellow lycra because of Lance...?
6:11AM: I hate my job. I hate my job.
6:12AM: Thank god for the Dropkick Murphys. My morning just got a lot better.
7:44AM: Australians are ridiculous. Canadians are worse.
8:14AM: I love my job. I love my job.
9:30AM: I should learn how to speak Korean.
11:59AM: Maybe someday I, too, will rely on my husband's income to support my unhealthy shopping addictions. Nah.
11:59:05AM: Maybe someday I will have a husband...
1:16PM: God, thank you for creating cheese! Especially Camembert.
2:01PM: Maybe I will leave work on time today. Maybe. Probably not.
4:52PM: I should have walked. Why am I waiting for the bus? I could have been home by now. But if I start walking now, the bus is sure to come! What do I do?!
5:02PM: Red wine. Check. Veggies. Check. Camembert. Check. I must be able to make something for dinner with what's already at home...
5:03PM: Maybe I will order Indian...
5:05PM: Why on earth is that woman wearing that hat? It's ugly and provides almost no protection from the sun.
5:06PM: Pizza actually sounds really good right now.
6:01PM: Who needs a shower when you have a bikini and pool? Is it okay to condition my hair while I swim?
6:09PM: Why does my neighbour always have a bird on his shoulder?
6:10PM: I don't think birds should be allowed in the pool area. I will put my conditioner away if you lock your parakeet up.
6:28PM: Glass of wine in hand. The National playing in the background. Balcony and blog, here I come!
7:02PM: I should seriously think about cooking dinner.
7:28PM: Conor is my hero.
8:06PM: Dinner, movie, bed.
8:07PM: Tweet.
