i'll admit, i'm not a twitterer. i don't get it. when i'm blowing my nose at 3pm on a thursday, my first inclination isn't to broadcast it to my network of 5K followers (don't know what that is) with 12 hash tags (don't know what those are) and an extra push to facebook (is that how it works?). be that as it may, i don't judge those who do. if you want to share and there's someone who cares to read it--rock on. but for goodness sake can someone please confiscate ashton kutcher's blackberry and save him from himself. you do not tweet about your divorce. you do not tweet about highly controversial child abuse cases about which you are ill informed. and for the love of all that is good you do not sign your 140 character ramblings with, "light and love. ak."
shut the hell up! yep, that's right i said it. go drink a big old glass of shut the hell up, ashton kutcher. try having a personal life. leave a bit to the imagination (says the blogger who posts daily pictures from her living room. you know you were thinking it.). if you keep airing all of your idiot thoughts like this, you're going to screw up the misconception that you have a shred of intelligence. silence is golden and you're rusty. step away from the mass texting. society would thank you. oh, and cut your hair while you're at it. it looks a little greasy.
shut the hell up! yep, that's right i said it. go drink a big old glass of shut the hell up, ashton kutcher. try having a personal life. leave a bit to the imagination (says the blogger who posts daily pictures from her living room. you know you were thinking it.). if you keep airing all of your idiot thoughts like this, you're going to screw up the misconception that you have a shred of intelligence. silence is golden and you're rusty. step away from the mass texting. society would thank you. oh, and cut your hair while you're at it. it looks a little greasy.
