Effing Twitter

Or should I say eff you Twitter.

I think that is a little more accurate since Twitter decided to go mega bitch on me the other night.

There I was laying in bed watching my stories when my phone starts blowing up. My first reaction was great I have finally made it in the blogging cult world and everyone is commenting on my post. Then I was all like no way, maybe I am being offered all of the 38 jobs I applied to last week. To my dismay it was simply multiple emails letting me know my Tweet machine had been hacked.

Apparently some little troll in Twit land managed to get into my account and send private messages to almost every single person I follow. Sorry Kim Kardashian, I know you're a new mom and ain't got time for that.

These messages are also called DM's as I learned. Now I never even knew you could send a direct message so there is one silver lining to this scandal. The messages my account were sending were pretty wild, even by my standards. I didn't open them because I was scared my computer might implode, but I know one contained some pretty bad language. And not the swears I like to use, but words that would make me throw someone out of my house if I heard them uttered. So I am sorry if you got any crazy message from me, I wasn't even drunk on Tuesday so you know it really wasn't me.

To be honest I still really don't understand the Twitter and I am not entirely sure I even like it. There are some things I like, such as reading funny little comments people post and whatnot. But a part of me still feels like a geriatric granny attempting to use a TV remote when I tweet.

Being that I am a marketing professional I know that I need to get a grip on this shit. And mark my words I am trying. I realize Twitter can be a powerful marketing tool and all that jazz, and I hope Sarah was right when she suggested I orchestrated this little Twitter scandal for some free publicity. So follow my blog and Twitter guys, maybe I will send you a an inappropriate message ;)

Now I will say, I get a little giddy anytime someone mentions one of my posts on the Tweet a leet. Like yesterday for example two of my very favorite bloggers mentioned my crazy ass prison post and I had double the page views I normally receive. That made me one happy panda. And then I ruined that happiness by taking two classes back to back at the gym and I currently can't move...you win some you loose some. But whatever, thanks Helene and Adriana. Ya'll are alright. 

The one and only thing I have actually mastered on the Twitter is having fun conversations with people I like. I always feel a little bit like I am Match dot comming when I carry on with my interweb frands, but I don't care. I like them a lot and I want to meet them all in real life soon. The lengthy convos on Twitter remind me of my AOL instant messanger days and I don't hate it one bit. And just so you know, my screen name in the AIM days was EDAWG25325 (I was a thug in middle school I guess) 

I also feel pretty cool in that I follow several celebrities on Twitter. I enjoy reading the Tweets of comedians the most, but Rhianna posts some pretty crazy shit as well and it makes me have a slight crush on her from time to time. I personally follow a handful of TV shows too, just so I can take my television addiction to that next level. 

And just like anything else in life Twitter can be dangerous when you are drunk. I really need to learn to sensor myself a tad when I have been drinking, or all my celebrity friends might start to judge.

And, that is all I know about Twitter.