Ok here goes – I am getting old. I don’t want to Tweet. I don’t want to be hyper-connected to my friends and I don’t wish that on my friends from me. No offence but I don’t want to know that Tiffany is walking the dog, hell, I don’t even want to know that Ashton Krutcher is washing his face or falling asleep watching a movie. Wow, that really sounds old – but I think he likes old chicks anyway.
Twitter, how much can we take? I’ll be honest, it is all I can do to run the web boutique, manage my other job, try to create goodies for the store, check in on Facebook and upload a blog post in between life. And can I just say that all of this activity has helped tremendously with excuses for why I don’t have time to cook dinner! But I really think I draw the line at Twitter. What sort of things would I Tweet anyway???
Just ate 5 cookies!
Am watching Godfather for the 1 millionth time.
Am cleaning cat barf yet again
It is not that my life is not interesting to me, I just don’t think that what can be said in a tweet can be that interesting to others. Ok some things could be great tweets I admit:
Just won Nobel Peace Prize!
Have finally lost those 100 lbs I was worried about
So that is what an orgasm is!
Now that would be interesting stuff, but until I can produce a stream of these types of riveting tweets consistently I am not going to sign up for twitter. And that is my final word – for now.