twitteeerrr

so, at first i thought the idea of twitter was absolutely bizarre...wait... bizarre might be the wrong word. creepy maybe? completely insane? as soon as i realized what it was i decided i wanted to never have a twitter account. then, the more i thought about it, the more i realized that that thing that made me be creeped out by it is probably the same reason i am stoked to have started a twitter page. my computer may as well be surgically implanted onto me, so i always have a means of communicating with the outside world, and i do lots of stuff all day and constantly feel like telling people, but most of the time i look up to share whatever weird thing im doing with someone, anyone really, and theres no one there to tell...aside from chloe (my chubby dog)...but she barely knows how to respond to her own name let alone the entire english language. so, come be my friend and i will be yours and we will be strangely updated on each others lives through every completely mundane thing that we do. by the way, i just started this to i will try and fancy it up a bit and make it kewl. twitter.com/OhChelseahhh