The time has come. My friend Beth twisted my arm just long enough to get me on Twitter. She’s pretty strong, and it was starting to hurt. What have I gotten myself into?
I’m definitely one of those people who waits outs joining something to make sure it’ll last. Oh sure, I pegged my pants, I wore neon, and I used Dippity Do in my hair. However, I always hated New Kids on the Block—that one actually worked out well for me. So, here I go.
Well, feel free to tell me I’m crazy or tell me its about time I crossed the technology threshold. Gotta go. I think I have to tweet something.