But it can't be, since I fear Twitter. I think it could consume my life. Besides, I can't join it now that the conventional media has discovered it. I hate bandwagons.
Anyway. Here are some things too short to be posts and too me to be tweets.
I managed to fuck up brownies tonight. I mean, it's one thing to not be able to cook more than hot dogs and muffins. . .but brownies? I'm not sure what I did, either. But luckily enough in the middle survived that I can bring them to Lovebug's class tomorrow for his birthday.
Also, I am paranoid. Yesterday she saw a Carmen Miranda doll at a museum. She said, "I'm going to pretend that doll is a ghost who says, 'Ooooooooo, quesadilla! Queeeessssaadiiiilla! ' ". Naturally I assumed she was developing some possibly racist associations with Latino culture but when I asked her why the ghost doll would say that she responded with, "Because I like quesadillas."
3 comments:
Come on, bandwagons are fun!
Twitter ate up one month of my life last year before I finally got smart and cut it loose. Bad, bad, bad.
I ruined Jello once. Hand to God. RUINED IT.
Post a Comment