My final tweets speak for themselves (read from the bottom up…unless you’re one of those avant garde types that likes the novelty of getting a story in reverse order):
Twitter is gone, gone gone. Deleted my account. See all my last tweets (archived in friendfeed) for why…might turn it into a blog post…
@introvertzone Nice to meet you, too, but as a fellow INFJ, I think you’ll understand if I don’t stick around. It’s all or nothing for me.
@ricklondon Are Far Side fans that rare? I’m not really one. Just liked that particular cartoon. But I wouldn’t follow me because of it.
I like twitter at night because it’s so quiet, but I’d really prefer to be under the stars somewhere without wifi or electricity.
Seeing a pattern of stuff going crappy the week of Halloween. No matter how Happy Harvest or Reformation Day we make it, it’s still dark.
I haven’t felt very twitterfull the past couple days. I’m craving silence but not finding it. Even inside my head.











2 Comments
October 30, 2009 at 8:17 pm
I think that was only 1/1,000,000,000 of all the thoughts that race through your head every tweeting minute……..nonetheless, I love your heart and mind, some of this mental breakdown post is quite funny…….(cat ears)
December 29, 2009 at 11:54 am
How did I miss your sweet comment? And of course you’re right, my love. Thank you for putting up with me.
Of course this was short lived. Started tweeting again. But I’m being strategic this time–importing updates to the other vice I returned to (Facebook).