My journey into the Darkside

It all began with my trip to South Florida. (Pics will HAVE tobe this weekend after you read this post, you will understand) <

You see, my SIL Twitters. I was riding shotgun while she was driving. She had many funny things she wanted to tweet. So I was her DT (Designated Twitter) Everyone should have one.

I did not have an account of my own and for those of you that have followed me for a while, now I was NOT going to conform. Even in my "About Me" I stated I will not Twitter or Facebook.


Despite many pleads from my SIL, I refused to get an account. That is, until I found out just how much fun it really is! When I got home, I created an account. I did not put my real name, my Dizzblnd name, a pic, nor did I link back to this blog. I did NOT want to let anyone know that I was weak and I caved in and went for the cookies (which are surprisingly good on the darkside)

I signed up as Sarcastibiotch, made up a fake name and used a different email address. Yes I was THAT sneaky. I just knew my SIL and other would be looking for me.

I would have gotten away with it too if it wasn't for you meddling kids! my nosy daughter me leaving the Twitter home page up on my computer on Sunday. "A-HA I knew wouldn't be able to resist for too much longer!" Up until then had been very careful not to slip or let her find out I had been secretly Tweeting.

She promised she wouldn't tell anyone. I figured what the hell the cat's outta the bag now. So I tweeted this "OK OK I give. I am conforming! I am dizzblnd from soggy-doggy-bloggy. I feel so dirty!" Then shortly after, "You know.. I never knew how good the cookies were on the dark side until I gave up and joined twitter. mmm cookies.. never will I wait again"

I called my SIL left a message on her voicemail saying, "OK I give up, I've conformed are you happy?" and hung up. She called me back lauging because she knew without looking what I was talking about.


So this, my faithful friends is why I can't seem to manage to post the South Beach pics and tell funny, embarrassing stories. Maybe this weekend, I will get around to it.

All I do now is tweet at work giving myself whiplash making sure no one catches me. Then when I come home, I tweet, play Call of Duty 4 and TRY to catch up on everybody's blogs. THIS is why I didn't want yet ANOTHER addition and why I REFUSE to Facebook. NO really. I won't. I don't want people that I couldn't stand in high school friending me just for their never ending popularity contest.