Tweet... Tweet...

I think that not recognizing something as an addiction when you've entered into a new cellphone contract just to be able to keep up with it (by the way, if you knew my old number, I've got a new one so hit me for that) is a freakin travesty. So...

Here I am admitting that I have a new addiction. TWITTER(www.twitter.com/diabloarcher)!!! The saddest part is, after a couple months of just tweeting away, I'm still not quite sure I have a firm grasp on what the hell it is I'm doing!

I mean, I've been having feelings ranging from Rockwell (I always feel like...lol) to Truman Show to "It's a small world aaaafterall...", but NOTHING has made me stop tweeting...and about absolutely NOTHING. Do people just strike up conversation like this in real life... am I THAT anti...I guess I should say "was I", because I've noticed a change in myself lately.

Since Twitter, I've become quite the social butterfly. I'm randomly chatting with people in stores and restaraunts and isht. Weather, Obama, the economic stimulus package, a blog report about the peanut butter an old man had in the grocery line, A-Fraud, etc...

So if you get a random tweet from me (or you have an explanation for what it is I'm REALLY supposed to be using Twitter for), respond. I'm just fueling my addiction for random conversation, sponsered by Twitter, the newest netcrack on the market.

PEace