Tweeters

Hi, my name is Katie. I'm 23 years old, living at home now and it's been almost a year since my last sub-tweet...

The years 2011 and 2012 were rough... learning years in the world of Twitter.  Or like why tell anyone directly about anything when you have anywhere from 45-150 followers to discern the meaning of your quotes by the famous people, who I'm sure you're not entirely sure if they said that, or if you really buy into the saying that's situationally appropriate, but you might hit that star anyways.  Tonight I almost did it again. 

I'm entirely too old to be on twitter tweeting about feelings. Like why cryptically subtweet in 140 characters or less when I have an infinite amount of space to be cryptic and mysterious thanks to blogspot, I mean, am I right... to write? .... oh that's no what Wikipedia is for? Sorry, my bad. 

 I've come out really strong in 2013. I have really. Communication is key, and weird cat pictures and jokes about being a single-twenty-something-living-at-home with those cats have gotten me more followers. You're welcome, Internet. 

I wrote this down, and I wrote it down for a reason.

'Things have a life of their own,' the gypsy proclaimed with a harsh accent, 'it's simply a matter of waking up their souls. '