Sophie and Melanie talked me into signing up for twitter last June. I didn’t love it; in fact, it kinda annoyed me. But I’m of the persuasion that if Sophie or Melanie tell me to do something, I usually do it. Except this dare they gave me one time. Let’s just say I don’t believe in carrying baby piglets in my purse. EVER.
[Kidding. About the dare. Not about the piglets.]
Anyways, so in the last two weeks or so, twitter has BLOWN UP in Nashville. Many of us have been on it for longer, but suddenly it has become our primary form of communication. Which is challenging for your blogista here because I don’t have a trendy iPhone. [Yet.] And twitter is best via iPhone.
Dave hopped on board, Matt couldn’t resist, Jeremy was already rockin’ it. Jason and Evan kicked up their game- making all sorts of hang out plans via twitter, getting Andy and Skip and I always to ALWAYS play along. Seth loves planning via twitter as well, which is good. And I seriously don’t know how, but someone convinced Mr. I Hate Twitter himself to sign up. I, for one, was shocked. And thrilled.
Skip says I have a disease. ATMS Disease [Skip literally just said, “Disease? Or you could say Syndrome.” It’s like being friends with a medical professional]. That stands for “Afraid To Miss Something”. Which, I’ll be honest, not only do I HAVE the disease, I’m pretty sure my diagnosis is bleak and I have a fatal case. Cause I really REALLY hate missing fun events. Marisa has it as well, so we can console each other when we have a really severe outbreak.
For both of us, Twitter has done a good job of being a medicine of sorts. Or a enabler. Whatevs.
We’ve been staying out late, being all sorts of hilarious, and still trying to get some writing and moving done during the day.
So when I went to Marietta this weekend, the first thing my Mom said was, “Annie, are you feeling alright? You look really pale.”
I blame Twitter. Twitter made me pale. Twitter made me play when I should have been packing. Or, you know, sleeping. Twitter makes me laugh when I should be serious. Twitter makes me irresponsible [and secretly, I kinda love it].
Twitter makes me love my community all the more.