I tweet things like:
“There is something about the sight of a cop car in the Krispy Kreme drive thru that makes me feel like all is right with the world.”
“I do my best to obsessively throw myself into everything. For the first day.”
“If you’re a spammer trying to get me to follow you so I can look at your nude pics, have the common decency to spell tacos correctly.”
“What a crappy day. Going to finally play Force Unleashed and force push some bitches off cliffs. It’s the little things.”
Then there’s this guy. I’m apparently doing something wrong.