Tweets Digested

Word of the day: mum. #
Kids' hamster continuously running in his wheel would be a great metaphor for something. I'll think of it tomorrow. Refresh Twitter. #
Holy Prince Rogers Nelson. April 2. Still snowing. #
I got it! The hamster spinning and spinning in his wheel reminds me of... dammit, I lost it again. Refresh twitter. #
Guy at Starbucks is selling tarps. Not TARP. Actual tarps. Maybe he knows something I don't. Time to get the hell out of this Starbucks. #
Incidentally, I now know way the hell more than I ever wanted to about tarps. (Difference between these two: one is green, one is brown.) #
For the rest of the day I intend to overuse the word "grommet." #
Sheesh. Mention tarps and the world offers to show your their grommet. #
"Are your grommets 100% aluminum?" God, I hope so. #
Let's try that again. "Mention tarps and the entire internet offers to show you their grommet." Now I feel better. Even if you don't. #
I'm starting to care less and less about verb noun agreement. Also caring less about what airports you tweet from on the way to or from SFO. #
Anyone know the purpose of girls' soccer team handing the ball around in a circle at the beginning of practice? Other than it's adorable? #
The cat is following me around the house. Don't know yet if that's a euphemism. But, euphemism or not, it's definitely a cat. #

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