Tweet tweet, tweet-a-leet…im all a twitter…

coolio hoolio, i am a twittering freak.  I am all about this new social networking craze–why, because i work in nonprofit communications/marketing and this is an AWESOME way to get the word out about your org.  So, i am facebook, wordpress, digg it, flickring, tweeting fool!!!  I am looking for a new job and i really need to have some experience with all the various possibilities…and their are literally thousands already.  no, i will not use this blog as an example of my best work.  I don’t blog from my work, but I blog about my nonprofit on other sites.

Its fun.  I unfortunately don’t have many friends following me right now because none of my friends are tweeting, although i have 75 Facebook friends and that happened over night.  So, i follow others and really enjoy reading the news this way and finding people to follow and read about their daily lives.  It is rather interesting.  i notice alot of bloggers out there tweeting and i assume this might be a good way to invite users to your blog.

Digg It is also a good way to get users to your blog.  I love Digg too because I absolutely LOVE the news and reading interesting news that isn’t necessarily from my usual reading list is very cool, very broadening i think.    I got more blog hits by posting my blog address to my Digg profile than any other way, but, i realized it too was tied to my gmail account so it could be accessed and i could be found eventually.  God, i would really hate that.  I love the anonimity of this mom in hell thing.  is anonimity a word?

I also really LOVE FLickr.  I have joined several photography groups and one of my photos one a cool award in a group.  it is really awesome when someone comments on a photo, invites a photo to a group or faves a photo of mine.  I am upgrading to a full account for my birthdya and plan on buying a new camera soon too.  I feel this is a hobby where i can make some local friends and I really need friends…more on that later.

so, now i have an alter ego everything…a new yahoo address, a new twitter account, a new digg account…i am a freak living a double life, but it is cool until i get bored with it.  As i have stated before, anything to divert myself.

btw.  I had a one night fling with a black guy on second life.  he asked me if i liked to swing—swing— on Amity Island—you can seriously see Jaws swimming in the ocean out there.  so we went skinny dipping, then went to the drive in and tried to make out.  It was interesting.  i got bored fast and realized by the weird pauses between conversation that he probably had a wife somewhere walking in and he was scared to get caught.

Did you read that story…hold on, i have to digg it up…lol…woman divorces husband for second life affair... seriously…this is fucked up.  it is true, there are two people dumb enough to meet on a virtual world site, have a virtual wedding and still live virtual lives while they sit side by side at their laptops…and then they divorce over virtual affairs.  Again, WHAT THE FUCK.

so, soon, maybe tonight i will try to figure out how to post my twitter address on my site and if you want to follow my tweeting i would LOVE IT.

Tomorrow, more about my wonderful week with Savannah—but tomorrow night could end it all cause we are going to the big city and she could go insane with all the lights and glitter.  ha ha

Have you noticed some of my sarcasm has wained, i’ve been pretty happy lately.

Summary:  Twittering is the next big thing—i bet in a year it is the BIGGEST thing in social networking.  Did you hear FB tried to buy Twitter and they would not sell—500 million freaking dollars?  read about it here.

I’m pissed because…I keep twittering and blogging and facebooking and flickring and I forgot to brush my teeth three days in a row  (ha, not really, but i haven’t shaved my legs in three weeks)

I’m thankful for:  I almost got laid on second life.  The dude looked just like the hot dude from criminal minds.

j

I’m totally dead “down there”

I have absolutely no interest in sex, the opposite sex, the same sex, any sex.  seriously.  It is weird.  I have ALWAYS been a little extra frisky in the gettin busy department.  It has been two years and I just don’t care.  I am no longer heartbroken over the big JC loss, but just not interested in putting myself out there at all.   I try, on occasion, to care that I am lonely, but I don’t really care and I am too busy to be lonely.  On occasion, in the middle of an especially wine induced stupor i try to get jiggy with it…and my jiggy just don’t get it.  My jiggy forgot how to jig i think.

That is too bad, because sex and love and lust is so much fun–even alone in my own bed it was fun.  I’m only 36 yrs. old, surely it will all come back to me soon.  Maybe one day soon I will mow down the weeds and dust off the cobwebs and take this sucker out for a spin…it is too hard to concentrate on smelling good and tasting good and looking sexy and finding clean underwear, much less matching underwear and bras.  I don’t know how woman keep it up for so long.

I think it could be my meds.  Since they are mood stabilizers, i cannot go hypo and get crazy loin fever.  I had two “papa don’t preach” babies, so I know what it is like to go crazy fucking some cowboy-boot wearing, pool playing, two-stepping cowboy.  Let me tell you, its kind of fun to go wild and be the most beautiful babe in the room and know that you can have almost any man around.  (mania talking).  It is a definite ego boost and very stimulating.

problem one, i know, is my size 16 ass refuses to melt away.  I don’t care too much about losing weight right now, probably because that leads to new panties and new panties always leads to someone taking them off of me.  As long as i am this fat I know I will never want a man messing around down there.

I think, too, though, that I know what happens to me when I start paying attention to that other person.  I become frantic, concentrating on me and only me, forgetting my kids, forgetting my life, forgetting that I am a mom first.  I don’t want to hurt my kids any more than I have already, so I think my deadness in my nether regions is saving my kids for me and that is a good thing.  I’m only 36 and I have plenty of time to get busy with some other cowboy.  until then, i’m saving so much money on birth control, bikini panties, cinnamon flavored body oil  etc.

Summary:  who needs a chastity belt when you have mood stabilizers and size 16 jeans.

Im pissed because:  The expiration date on my cinnamon flavored body oil is next wednesday.

j