The Devil's Nest: Saturday, 19 November
Bo: not on a milk crate this week, nor was there chocolate sauce on the bar and whipped cream in her hair. She was, however, on her phone, if you count poking at the app buttons as "on."
While she'd never gotten into Twitter before now, since her life had mostly depended on keeping a low profile and not spewing things out to the rest of the universe on a regular basis, everybody seemed to be doing it these days. Even Portalocity had one, a fact she'd become aware of when they spammed her e-mail with fornicating gnomes and repeated announcements about discounts she wasn't even interested in. God, she'd only ever even used the place once, to get to Bristol.
So, since she couldn't tweet #portalocityfail without actually having a Twitter account, she was working on that.
While she'd never gotten into Twitter before now, since her life had mostly depended on keeping a low profile and not spewing things out to the rest of the universe on a regular basis, everybody seemed to be doing it these days. Even Portalocity had one, a fact she'd become aware of when they spammed her e-mail with fornicating gnomes and repeated announcements about discounts she wasn't even interested in. God, she'd only ever even used the place once, to get to Bristol.
So, since she couldn't tweet #portalocityfail without actually having a Twitter account, she was working on that.