So you know how I have the Marburg Sports Injury malady (you know once Moo went out with a boy, when going out meant sitting next to each other at lunch and sometimes chatting on MSN, not like now when going out is called hooking up and hooking up freaks me the hell out because of the whole OMG SHE IS THE SAME AGE AS ME WHEN I MET HER FATHER AND HE WASN’T MY FIRST BOYFRIEND IFYOUKNOWWHATIMEAN *head explosion*, who was lumbered with the unfortunateness of having the last name Malady and every time I saw him I would be all 18th Century with the ma-lady and the flourishy bowing. But totally in my head cause it is kinda creepy for a grown woman, no matter how fucking awesome she is, speaking like someone from Pride and Prejudice to a 12 year old boy … and this people is A HUGE REASON for why you should follow me on Twitter cause of the whole 140 characters stopping me from going on weird medication induced tangents.) and I can’t type for very long before going all whiny whiny ouchy ouchy ohmygodwhenisthispainevergunnafuckingend forcing me to post endless youtube clips and funny pictures that I have found on the internets and seriously I have NO IDEA where I find half the stuff cause I am all clicky clicky with my left hand.
I totally rock the left handed mouse thing. And try not to look at the aforementioned mouse, cause fuck me if the mouse clicker thingy doesn’t look like a clitoris.
Where was I? Oh yeah, impulse control and Twitter. Twitter totally rocks my tiny little easily distracted mind. And it is a challenge. Trying to convey my message in exactly 140 characters is a skill.
I know. Total mad skillz, right?
And then there is the moment to moment minutiae of my life.
Right now he is outside drowning Po in a puddle.
I hid the tape.
We are rewarding him for his imagination with McDonalds for dinner and a pony.
I should totally write a book about raising children.
But again with the tangentitizing.
I tend to get an idea in my head and instead of the well thought out spell checked amazingly well written prose of my blog, I just Twitter whatever comes into my head. Little snippets of total and utter drivel my awesomeness 24/7
So are you a Twatter? Do you Twiddle on Twitter? We totally need to be BFF on Twitter. All of us.
Leave your twitter details in the comments and lets all be friends. We can be like a cult or something.
If I am not following you @ me and we can hook up. *snigger*