tweeting twits

I have narrowly mindedly avoided getting myself involved in twitter, seeing as how I feel like there is no possible way anyone cares what I'm thinking 24/7 (not low self-esteem, just reality. I'm just not that interesting).

However, THIS twitter-er (I have no clue what the technical name is, and I'm quite proud of that), could quite possibly turn me into a twitter fan.

I mean, this stuff is good.

Although if my mother ever finds my blog I am deleting this post immediately, I don't think she would find it very funny.


You know, it's funny. I'm 22 years old. I should have my own opinions and be my own person. But I am deathly afraid of letting my mom down. So there's some things I find funny that I just don't let on to. I've become pretty good at not laughing during inappropriate dialogues on television.

I'm still a very good, incredibly innocent girl by everyone else's standards. But I guess by mine I've turned a bit.


I still think that old man is hilarious though.

My dad, who I've never heard curse (except for that one time when my brother was in BIG trouble).


Speaking of cursing parents, here's a little tidbit for you:
My mom only curses one day a year. Christmas eve when my dad's side of the family comes over to our house for dinner. It's usually a barely audible shit! and it fills me with much glee. And then she's perfect for the other 364 days of the year.