Oooh-ey, I am just back from pilates and boy is my back tired! No, really! It is. My back. It's tired. Not my arms, because I didn't just fly in from San Francisco. Thank you, tip your waitress.
So I very much enjoy Twitter, mostly because it's the best part of Facebook (the status updates) without the Vampire/Crush on You/Movie Quiz clutter. I guess I just like to know what other people are doing. It makes me feel connected. And we all need to feel connected, am I right ladies 'n' gendearms? Exactly. So, as testament to what is awesome about Twitter, and because it is almost midnight and I spent the night making Obama-themed snacks for tomorrow night's Election Watching of joy (right? Can I say that? Surely, it's going to happen? For the good? Great Scott, I can't even deal with it. Squeeeeeeeeeee) and I am just now enjoying a dinner of Soygurt and settling in to watch my tv (I watch SO MUCH TV! You'd never believe it if I told you! It is SO GREAT that I don't sleep!)and I was like "ooh, time to twitter!" (I guess you're supposed to say "time to tweet" but that makes me feel squirmy). And so, to testify as to why I like the twitter the oh so much, let me share this exchange (names changed from twitter names to actual first names, because, oddly enough, that guarantees anonymity! Say WHUT? I know. Googleability, ur doing it wrong!). Henceforth:
Bex: will not be able to sleep tonight. is this how the non-jews feel on Xmas eve (20 minutes ago)
Tom (in response): YES! (19 minutes ago)
Ben (in response to Tom's response): GAAAAAAA (17 minutes ago)
Bex (in response to Ben's response to Tom's response): egads! i suddenly grok all those Xmas cartoons & stopmotion tv shows. Good grief. I'll put out (soy) milk & cookies (15 minutes ago)
And then right after that, it's
BarackObama: Asking you to vote Nov. 4th. Visit http://VoteForChange.com, call 877-874-6226 or text VOTE to 62262 to find your polling locations
So. Yeah. Twitter. I loves it.