What Twitter Is For
I don't know if you're on Twitter yet.
(Isn't that obnoxious? How I used the word "yet" as though your Twittering were an inevitability? As though I'm partaking in something so wonderful and enlightening that eventually you will have to give in and be cool like me, except because you aren't doing it yet you will never be as cool as I am, because I was doing it before you? Yeah, let's start again.)
I don't know if you're on Twitter. But if you are, please feel free to follow me. I will reciprocate, assuming I don't get the Fail Whale.
(Ooh! Now I'm using fancy Twitterlingo!) (Well, except I made up the word "Twitterlingo.")
As I have mentioned, I'm there as "kristysf."
Also, Ish is there. Uh, as Ish.
Along with many of our friends.
It's a good
Or, in my case, it's a perfect opportunity for your boyfriend to out you and your pantsless, martini-drinking behaviors.