I've got to be honest; I don't really get text messaging. I just don't. It might have something to do with the fact that I come from a fine family of women who refuse to shut the hell up. The family motto? If it's worth doing, it's worth talking someone's ear off about it.
Which is probably why I haven't really looked into Twitter before now. I don't text. I don't even own a cell phone that is capable of texting (I know, I'm a dinosuar). So exactly why do I want to become a Twit? Well, during the week I'm pretty much chained to a computer. And I come across the occasional informational nugget that can really only be shared in one sentence and not morphed into a blog post.
Plus Rosie is doing it. I know, if my friends jumped off a bridge - blah, blah, blah. But I figure it won't hurt to try. And I'm just narcissistic enough to actually think anyone, anywhere cares about what the heck I'm doing.
So yeah, I'm on Twitter. Follow me. Be my friend. Looooooove meeeeeeee!