Thereís this thing called Twitter, you may have heard about it. I recently discovered it through a website called The Shape Of Days. This guy writes some phenomenal stories, but lately he hasnít really been posting anything. Point being, he was writing on his Twitter page for a while, so I was going over there to read it, even though I didnít really understand what Twitter was all about. I liked what Jeff was doing with itóthe idea of trying to work with such a limited writing space intrigued meóand decided to try it out.
Iíll be honestómy results were unimpressive, at best. So Iím not here to pimp my Twitter page. What Iím here to tell you about is something odd that happened to me, regarding said page. Because I was awake and bored, and because my head felt like it was going to explode any minute, I wrote, ďMy head feels like it might explode at any minute. I hope that if it does, candy comes out.Ē
Whereas Jeff somehow manages to tell a tiny story using Twitter, I only manage to type out strange sentences that donít really contribute anything to the world. I typed that sentence out three days ago. Last night, I came across this:
I thought it was weird. Speaking of weird, as I was just typing, my spellcheck told me that I misspelled ďI.Ē My computer has lost all faith in me, I think.
Anyway, I just felt like getting that out there. Now I have to go chew some gum.