I’ve been staunchly resisting the lure of Twitter. I need fewer online obligations, not more.
I didn’t give in when my brother signed on, when my best friend signed on, when my favorite bloggers signed on. But I feel my resolve crumbling in the face of Half Pint Ingalls’ twitter feed.
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Twitter is the gift that keeps on giving, although I have to admit I was the slightest bit spooked when George Dickel started following me this week. Mmmmm, whiskey.
(Give in. You know you want to.)