Twitter style, bitches!

I love my new process for picking passwords. I used to use some mixture of address and know what went with what based on where I lived when 

Tonight I'm writing my posts text/Twitter style! 140 characters and then I stop. I want to entertain me, not drive a bunch of people crazy. 

Dammit. Forgot what I was going to say. 

(Yeah, this is gonna be fun.) (For no one.) (Except me.) ☺

I still have like 18 characters to go.

I am a Twitter phenom, I'll have you know. I'm not trying to say I'm funny but I sure can write the shit out of a set number of characters.

It's funny. I'm writing these on Twitter to get a character count and almost post every one. That's not funny But it's not not funny either.

I miss playing Twitter. We used to have so much fun. I used to be such a smartass. But I gave that up to be wonderful. Not the best trade.

BTW, if you count each paragraph you will find nearly all of them are only 1-2 characters off 140. Just trying to give you something to do.

I almost never find my Tweets funny the next day. But I almost always find my blog-type posts unbearably dumb and erratic so this is better.

Seeing I'm just talking to me, I can be blatantly honest and forthcoming here. I didn't say I will, I said I can. I might. I probably will.

This is kind of fun.

I love Jeff. Like, it's gross. It's high school crush. It's young woman flirt. It's sitcom laughs and porn star sex. It's old woman respect.

I got stoned the other night when he was home. I don't usually smoke when he's home but he was having some drinks so I had a couple puffs. 

Anyways, I looked at him with my new eyes and I almost fell over. He is exactly what I wanted when I used my old eyes. Foolish. Cute. Weird.

And difficult. I always liked difficult. Difficult men are more real, they don't kiss ass or swarm. They tell you the world as they see it.

My university application has a few essay questions that you have to answer. One of the questions was who has influenced your life the most?

Yeah, totally posted one. Just smoked one, too. Obv. Now I have to figure out how to fix the font. I told you, my life is a constant party.

I hate how much I hate going to work now. I hate not being interested. I hate not trying, not caring, not bothering. I hate not loving work.

Posted anther. Gonna leave this one as is, though.

Teehee. Goodnight.