HOW TO TWEET WITH THE COOL KIDS- or at least just not annoy the crap out of me on Twitter.

If you’re going to tweet…

do it right.

And yes, of course, I am going to tell how to do that.

Disclaimer: These are my own stupid rules that I made up. However, I am incredibly cool, and almost always right.

  • Do not under tweet or over tweet. You should pretty much tweet every day if you really want people to follow you. Five to twenty tweets a day is plenty, depending on how verbose you are feeling.  No one wants to read tweets from you every 5 minutes.  Seriously… no one! Except for maybe your mom, in which case, you can just call her on that ancient device called a telephone.
  • Do not auto DM people thanking them for following you. It’s impersonal, so who cares?  The end.
  • Use some fun words that the cool people use: Stabby (eg. I’m feeling stabby today.) Asshat (eg. That fricken’ Jesse James is such an asshat.)  Squee (eg. I am so excited to watch Glee. Squee!!)  Once you’ve established your cool tweeter status, you can then make up your own words. I do it all the time (eg. Glopsit! That jerkbird totally squifferd my panties with that statement!)
  • Don’t list five thousand Follow Fridays. In fact, here’s a little secret for you…  Follow Friday is NOT MANDATORY.  If you think someone is worth following, then by all means, tell us. But tell us why, and my personal limit is two or three. I’m generous.  PS- don’t #FF yourself. That’s not cool.
  • Don’t beg for followers. Cool people don’t beg.
  • Don’t over promote! Your blog. Your contest. Whatever. Tell me something interesting in your tweets, and then nicely slip in a link to your blog post here and there. I like to know when you’ve written a new post. But you don’t have to tell me ten times a day. That’s one of the fastest ways to get un-followed.
  • I don’t want to see pictures of your lunch. If you made an amazing meal from scratch, for your lover, whom you’ve just been reunited with after ten years,then okay. If you went to Taco Bell, or made yourself a nice little PB and J, then no.
  • No full on conversations, people. If someone says something, and you have a fun response, and they have a witty response to that- okay. But don’t have full on conversations with your neighbor about the condition or your garden, right in the middle of my stream! That’s what a DM is for.
  • Watch it with the twitter parties. Throw or join a party sparingly. When my tweet stream becomes a blur of unrecognizable hash tags, that’s when I start slicing my following list.
  • Retweet properly. I love when people retweet something they find funny or interesting. This is how I find some new people to follow. But if you’re going to add your own remark, do it before the retweet, or distinguish it with brackets or something. Or better yet, don’t add anything at all.
  • I hate it when you re-tweet to win! Okay, I know, everyone likes to win stuff- but if all you do is retweet contest entries, YOU ARE SO NOT COOL.  Be selective, people!  I personally don’t retweet to win- unless someone is giving away orgasms, then I may rethink my policy.
  • And last, but not least-  Dorks and geeks are cool on twitter. Let your nerdy-ness, not neediness shine!

– Just don’t annoy the crap out of me.

Ten reasons why I’m a Freaky Phobic.

Okay, some might call me an anxious person (and by some I mean, Hot Nerd). But if they only knew of all the freaky things that I have no choice but to worry about, maybe they’d be a little more sympathetic. I am hoping by putting this out into the blogosphere that you other worry warts will know you have a comrade. And maybe, I won’t feel like such a loner in my insanity.

Of course, it is also possible that no one on Earth has ever shared one of these worries with me. If that is the case- please don’t tell me. I already worry too much about how much I worry.

  1. When I’m driving in traffic, and someone honks their horn (even if it’s a mile away), I automatically think they’re honking at me. I actually look around innocently, and raise my hands in that “What, I’m not doing anything” way.  Just in case someone’s watching.                                                                                                                                               Then I secretly check that my lights are on/off, that my blinker isn’t blinking, that no one is hiding in my back seat, that there is no smoke from under the hood, and then listen for the flat tire that honk was obviously warning me about.
  2. When walking down a flight of stairs, I always envision myself tumbling down the steps and landing on my head. I repeat, always. I cannot actually walk down a flight of stairs without having this fantasy. Is that weird?
  3. When I’m driving and I hear the siren of a firetruck, I think they’re going to my house.
  4. I would love to look up at the leaves and branches of a tall tree- but am absolutely sure that a bird will poop in my eye.
  5. If  I am stopped at a red light and someone in the car next to me is talking on their phone, I start to have the sneaking suspicion they are talking about me. You know, in a not- so- nice way.
  6. Sometimes, not always (thank goodness), but sometimes, when I am on the toilet, I get scared that a snake or a rat will come through the plumbing and attack my bum.
  7. My cel phone is giving me a brain tumor.
  8. I fear aliens and ghosts are using my baby monitor as a communication device.
  9. When I eat at a restaurant, I am divinely afraid of biting down on a roach that is hidden in my food.
  10. I’m afraid this extra skin my son left on me will never, never go away.

Now combine this with the everyday “mom fears” (nutrition, enough sleep, breaking an arm, poking an eye out, etc.) and I suppose I can sometimes be a little tightly wound.

But seriously, how can I relax when my brain tumor is causing me to fall down the stairs, and people keep honking at me while I race to the hospital because a rat bit my ass?

Awkward. Shameful? Necessary.

Usually awkward, sometimes shameful, and almost always necessary.

  • Taking a crap on your toilet while your toddler plays drums on your knees.
  • Politely asking your hubby to remove his head from your lap, because you’re about to fart.
  • Sitting just to the left of the obvious cum stain on your friend’s couch.
  • Saying penis over and over again every time your son points to it asking what it is.
  • Accidentally farting really loud in the grocery store and blaming it on your toddler. “Oh, honey. Good one! Excuse you.”
  • Picking your child’s nose in public because that boogey was driving you crazy. Realizing you now have a boogey on your hand, and flicking it  when no one is looking.  (Come on, be honest.)
  • Taking a shower with your toddler and being unable to stop him from  peeing on your foot.
  • Sneezing in the middle of the night, and wiping your snot on the sheets because you’re just too tired to get out of bed.

Nothing like getting married and having kids to send propriety packing. Nothing is sacred.

Got one?

Oh please do share.