(with a passion!)

I don’t fucking care that you forgot to take your umbrella to work and it is raining.

140 character limit would lead me to believe you would have to be witty or interesting to want to write something.  Not so, not so: “I am waiting for the train.  It is late.  @CTA I hate you.”

Everyone thinks they are witty and interesting because they have “followers.”  You know who else had followers?  Hitler.

The dumbing down of America continues.

“Tweet”?  Really?

You don’t know it because no one “@-ed” you on it but, you are awkward, socially inept, and pretty much lack the ability to relate to someone in real life.  And if you don’t now, wait for it.

As a writer, I loathe a world that has the attention span of one sentence; one INCOMPLETE sentence with BAD GRAMMAR.

I don’t want to be reduced to “@Esley.”

Why do I need updates on your “life” every hour?  The only person that may want inane updates is your grandma living 3 states away.  But guess what, she can’t use a computer.

And one reason I love it:

The confirmation of my belief through 140 simple characters that you are A) boring B) disgustingly self-involved C) a total shit’s piece D) all of the above.

Things I Live For: Making tapes; Eric Cartman

Quote of the Day: “I envy people who drink — at least they know what to blame everything on.” –Oscar Levant