Down In The Dark

Today is Serena's birthday- HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SERENA! To celebrate her birthday, she wanted to rent a cabin in Harper's Ferry so that's what we're doing this Saturday. It occurred to me that over half of the people going Twitter, so I thought it might be interesting to create a feed for the weekend.

And here it is:

Trip To The Cabin.


Okay, I don't know why it's not working. I'm annoyed. I need my personal assistant to come fix it.


XO,
SVR

P.S. It's the thought that counts, right?

Use It

I texted Kristabella earlier to complain about my inability to blog. I've already failed at NaBloPoMo, so am now just trying to post on days when I am home for more than a few hours. I think of funny or entertaining things while at work, but since I can't type them out while there, I lose my motivation by the time I get home.

I also told her that my most entertaining stuff are things I can't really put up here. I mean, I could, since I can do whatever I want. Free speech, blah blah, but they are either private things or things that would just cause trouble elsewhere. Believe me, though, when I tell you they are gooooood. They are better than fiction. You would probably question some of it as fiction, actually. Mostly the crazy. Anyway...

What I will write about instead is Twitter and my obsession with it. Ever since I got unlimited texting I have been twittering a lot. It's fun. It's the blogging I can do while at work...and while driving...and while drinking...and while angry...and while half asleep...and while...well, you get the idea. And now I get the updates of a few of my twittering friends texted to me, which has only added to the fun. (Unlimited texting. I am merely getting my money's worth, people!)

So I ask you...are you on Twitter?

Motown Philly

Please check my Twitter for the next few days as I won't be updating here most likely.


XO,
SVR

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P.P.S. I can do it with my eyes closed.
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