Poo-tee-weet

It is because I can't see you, on the other side of your computer screen, not un-like Catholic confessions; I feel moderately safe in telling you that I...

...

It's harder to say than I thought.
I got a twitter.



"OH! COLLIN WHY?"
...the horribly beautiful and concerned woman in my life cries out in anguish as her body crashes to the icy linoleum. I begin to cry as I reflect on my actions, especially the one's I shared to the world.  How could I have done this to the people who love me so?  Slowly we both start to recover and sit next to each other, hearts ever-so-tender, to discuss the implications of my atrocious actions.

(At the time I kind of looked like a little girl)

"Prominent female figure in my life," I begin "It's not all bad.  Hipsters are nice people too.  And I follow Barack Obama's tweets" The beautiful woman figure sighs a little and says "well Kathy, I mean Collin, I guess there is still some

Twitter isn't all bad."