twitter is the devil in a velour sweat suit

yes I said it.

It's kind of funny because someone says they just "ran across" my page and saw something that I supposedly tweeted from the web about my cousin that has been nothing but nice to me. Now, I rarely ever sign out of twitter on my laptop and if you know me well enough, you can pretty much figure out my password. Another thing, you don't just "run across" my page, I hardly ever tweet nowadays and when I do it's via TweetDeck or text, not the web or anything else. Maybe I was hacked, maybe I was set up, maybe I took some medicine (been sick lately, night time tablets make me drowsy and delirious) and tweeted it, all I'm saying is I don't remember hitting that send button that day at that time from the web...

and I think I might know who told her that too. You just "ran across" my page? either you were searching for me or saw me talking to another person. Personally, I think it's someone I follow that follows me back.... Yes you...

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"How come your life never turns out the way you want it to? The way you envision it as a child?"
"Because then a bunch of men would be married to Halle Berry and Janet Jackson, they would be president, astronauts and all that." She explained. He chuckled.
"Yeah, but it would make things a whole lot better and simpler."
"True, but people who have these outlandish dreams of what they want to do when they grow up as a child would be able to live these dreams."
"Yeah, but life would be easier."
"And everybody would be rich, get married at 25 with 2 or 3 kids and a pet."
"You playing 'MASH' over there?" They shared a laugh. "What if that game did determine how your life would turn out?"
"That would be cool for me because my life and choices were always decent except for that damn shack."

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That damn shack!