Twitter, like Pinterest, is something I've mostly avoided. I don't even have a Pinterest account because I figure I waste enough minutes and hours on Facebook that I can't justify getting involved with yet another internet time suck. When I make my living working on the computer, it's all too easy to find distractions.
I just caught up on my book club, pie, and entertainment interests on Twitter after literally months (and possibly years) of being away. For some reason, I hadn't seen it all before. I didn't know how much I had missed.
I got a pretty negative impression of Twitter after I'd first signed up and immediately received a message from an internet prostitute that caused my eyebrows to climb into my hairline. As I hadn't indicated whether I was male or female, I guess the woman (or company software, most likely) figured there was a 50/50 chance I'd be interested. They probably target all new male or non-gender-specific account holders. She quit following me when I failed to take the bait.
I have no real point here. I now suspect that the part of my brain that wants to go outside and play has once again successfully distracted me from my editing and writing responsibilities. Well played.
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