Why I Love Twitter, Reason #1,000
This week, like other weeks, I was tweeting my usual nonsense; Barbie murders, Gay Ken dolls, ethnic Barbies, Barbie heads placed ever so carefully in cartoons of eggs, quotes, political cartoons, a few articles, things via Dear Thyroid and, among other things, shit that’s on my mind for no particular reason. Fortunately, my gracious and lovely Twitter friends indulge me. Such peaches.
Unbeknownst to me a new tweeter was in my horizon. At first, we bonded over a shared fear of the Blue Men. I added my fear of clowns and wind chimes. Hey, if we were going to discuss fears, I thought I’d highlight a few at the top of my list. It’s not like I cracked open the fear Rolodex.
This was the foundation for our 3-day twitter-courtship. Without forewarning, today, this was our conversation:
Him: You have a Facebook a number?
ME: http://facebook.com/KatieSchwartz (To be clear, there is no #)
Him: What do u look like??
ME: Fat and ugly.
HIM: dam ok…
Right.
LMAO Only you, my Katie-girl.
But see how easy it was to use your simple filter of “Fat and ugly” to weed him out. You are a pro. This is why I hide behind icons and never use my real face. Even my facebook is a sham. But you never know. One day wham the real deal will show up. But GOD have mercy on him because of all you had to go though before he shows up. Take care.
How the hell am I not following on Twitter someone who regularly discusses killing Barbies? But… yeah. I think we’ve all had that conversation, and it’s always disappointing.
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Ha, ha! Whenever the clouds storm over, there you are, my lovely Katie for a hearty laugh. I laugh at the story, I laugh at you, and yes, me too! Kisses!