Well I’m glad you like it. Thank you very much. I’ve mentioned before it’s a small miracle that it still appears every day, especially on days after I messed with it. What I’m coming to realize is that there is an awful lot that you crazy kids are participating in out there on the interwebs and I’ve been left huffing in your dust.
But I am pleased to say that I have joined ranks and now have a Stumble Upon profile, I’m somewhere in there on sk-rt, and tonight-I LOST MY TWTTERGINITY. That’s right, my first ever Twitter took place at exactly 9:58 pm EST.
And at 9:59 EST I realized I still don’t get it.
But I do get that an awful lot of you cool kids are hip to the SU Twitter jive, so will you be my friend (my fan? my follower? my groupie? my twitterho?) I’ll be sure to return the favor. Call it painful memories from high school but when you join up with these things they always ask to raid your email address book so they can instantly make you a fan (a friend? a follower? a groupie? a twitterho?) of three hundred and eighty seven people, but no one is a fan (a friend? a follower? a groupie? a twitterho?) of you. So you’re left feeling like the fat kid with braces, pigtails and mustard stains in the bleachers decked out in TOTAL TEAM SPIRIT that no one will sit next to.
I’m here to be your twitterho, let’s twitterho it up. And now I’m just looking for excuses to type twitterho.