Thank you so much for the support here and on twitter and in your thoughtful emails. I’ve thought about this a long time and I really feel it is the right one, however scary it may be. Thanks to proddings from April, I’m posting photos of me in the Wonder Woman apron I bought after writing this links post. I puchased it here.
The latest toy on the internet is this website, which scans your tweets and takes the words you’ve used and forms a predictive tweet based on your very own words. Really, it was only a matter of time before the internet used your words against you, anyway. Here are some of my favorites from my stream:
The motivational speaker circuit! Call Oprah! She needs to throw up from nervous!
Yes. Iced the neighbor’s pitt bull that Fri.
You are so much as I have boobs, too.
That means a diaper, and encouragement.
I’m grateful. Spontaneous Zucchini Fritters are so down for me.
Your poor tummy: And Colon Cleanses.
One day when we’re in a diaper, the favorite end to feel bad.
That’s ok. Carpet Dude is cat named Michael who spells it out.
I missed the painter of contraceptives?
Best! Enema! Ever! I’ll make Hater Greeting Cards.
That’s the Pants Are Dumb philosophy.
I can get a salad purchased from a butt text! Wow. Gross.
I’ll never quit twitter! My brain is numb.
I need autocorrect. Hater.
I’m going to pimp it hurts. AWKWARD! Call Oprah! I guarantee it hurts.
Am sad I can’t have two months to party! Hater.