Hey what are you doing? Can I come over? Let's talk. Oh my god-have to tell you something!!! What are you doing now?
Welcome to Twitter.
I don't know why anyone, especially people who aren't co-dependent, would willingly sign up for a service that automatically pings you every time ANYTHING that ANYONE you know does.... anything. Imagine the mechanics of Twitter in real life. Anytime I do anything, you would get a message about it.
I go to the store. You get an email saying I am going to the store.
I buy food at the store. You get a phone call saying I have bought groceries.
I stop at your house on the way back from the store. You get an email at the same time I knock on your door, and the email says, "Hey, I'm at your door!"
We talk. You get an instant message saying, "Are we talking?"
I leave and say goodbye. You get a text reminding you that I just said goodbye.
I think about your girlfriend on the drive home in very inappropriate positions. You get a dancing gorilla-gram that explains how turned on I am by the image of your girlfriend's legs above her head.
I call your girlfriend and she agrees to have sex with me for a paltry sum of $14 and half a fridge pack of Diet Dr. Pepper. You get a "tweet" (a twitter message) telling you your girlfriend prostituted herself to one of your friends for some Nutra-Sweet, caffeine, and enough cash to go to one-and-a=half movies.
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