No one wants to hear about your sandwich.
If you can't say it in 140 characters or less, I don't want to hear it.
Alright, here's the thing. I love twitter. I tweet (twat?) more than I wash my hair. I keep a note on my phone with my random one-liners so I always have something to say. I am ashamed to admit that I've had dreams about tweeting. Having said all that and, quite possibly, removed any cool points I have accumulated thus-far, I have a lot of rules surrounding what I will and will not tweet.
#1: "FML"
Yeah, I get it. You're sad. Shit's hard. Your wife left you. Your dog died. Your brother's in a coma. DON'T FUCKING TWEET IT, JUST FIX IT. The last thing you need to do to yourself in this troubling time is give the entire world a play-by-play of your miserable existence. Not only does it make you look moderately pathetic, but it's a cry-for-help that never gets positive attention. I hate to get all "The Secret" on you, but focusing on the negativity in your life does nothing but bring more negativity.
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