Sunday, October 10, 2010

Breaking Up is Hard to Do

I swung my chair around, giving him my back. "I never wanted this," I muttered.

He whirred away, oblivious, persistent. Making important statement and rambling senselessly, all at once.

I hunched over my notebook, writing against the cramp in my hand.

I glanced back. I couldn't help it. It wasn't like it would turn me into a pillar of salt.

He had something to tell me.

I ignored him. Finished a page. Rubbed at the ink staining the callous on my middle finger.

I looked back. He had seven things to tell me. I bit my lip. Surely one of those things was something I wanted to hear, something I needed to know, something that would make this worthwhile.

I put down the notebook, turned toward him, and refreshed.

I smiled. "Oh twitter, you've done it again. I could never stay mad at you."


  1. Haha, oh my, this is hilarious. I''ve been on twitter for one or two weeks now, and already I know what you are talking about. So easy to be addicted.

  2. Claudie,

    I've got it bad. I'm pretty "meh" about Facebook. Sometimes I get sucked in to forums. But I can't. Stop. The. Twitter.

  3. LOL! I can't believe how time flies when I'm on twitter. Five minutes turns into an hour and I'm always shocked.

  4. It's addictive, but I've actually gotten some good information and decent networking out of it. (Keeps telling self that)