i have finally reached the point where twitter just isn't getting the job done on its own anymore. i need to be more verbose and luxuriate in my words, here, all over our internet connections. how lucky for you to get lumped into this with me. i feel the need for word vomit - don't be grossed out. last time i checked, word vomit was the best kind to have all over you.
i want to say things like artful dodger, annette funicello, gibson les paul, frosty the snowman, and gorgonzola, simply because i can and don't have to concern myself with being confined to a measley cell that's 140 characters wide. mary poppins. orange juice. axl rose. there, i just wasted space with literally nothing and it felt amazing. seriously. it feels like i just broke out of a really cute, witty, fun, tiny prison. whew. david bowie. belgium. this is fantastic. the fresh air is excellent out here, my friends. let's drink it in together. mmmmm. wait, top mine off with some bourbon. ok. now i'm ready.
deep breaths. go.
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Well, you should still twitter when you hit the VTR.
ReplyDeletedon't make me love you.
ReplyDeletei suck at it.
Ok, more now, come on, you can do it. Tell us how your DDR is going. Tell us SOMETHING. Or, ok, just keep doing the Terets Synd. thing, that's cool too.
ReplyDeleteeverybody loves me. i don't know how to make it stop.
ReplyDeletetry getting really fat. that'll show 'em.
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