Dear Twitter

I get you. Even the 140 character limit is fun rather than frustrating. But since we met this past Valentine’s day, I’ve decided that if I want to follow somebody I’d rather do it the old-fashioned way, by bookmarking them – maybe even their Twitter page! (Unless they follow me. It’s only polite.)

Your conversational skills mostly elude me. Sometimes you just seem to be an easier way of making a guy feel like Charlie Brown.*


The bandwagons parked on your page don’t appeal. Nor do the spammy gifts.

I’ll keep my account because you’re low maintenance and a convenient place for odds & ends, so it’s not goodbye. It’s I’ll see you when I see you.

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