I don't remember how I got hooked on Twitter.
Wait. Yes, I do. It's Rissa's fault.
For the first three months I came to the conclusion that I live the dullest life possible. I'm sure my follower (notice that's NOT plural) thought the same thing. Then I finally acclimated to it and now I'm up to a couple dozen followers and am following about three dozen or so. My phone goes off CONSTANTLY with new txts and I'm certain Hub's about to divorce me. Poor guy.
But hey...the bonus is, I get to look at Donnie when I close my messages. Mmmm. *happy sigh*
Hi, Donnie.
I love you, Donnie.
Call me, Donnie.
Oh...and if it's NOT you on Twitter, I don't want to know.
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