Twitter gets last laugh on JCK

An Ode to Twitter

It was a losing proposition,
a fruitless quest,
the idea of avoiding
this Twitter Fest.

All along she took pride
in the written word,
but now she scuttles
and coughs out curds.

When it's all said and done,
and done some more,
it really doesn't matter
what it's all for.

Whether the prose is lilting
or full of wind,
the words go forth
and she has sinned.

She does know better
than to never, say never
So, Aye to Twitter
and best not be bitter.

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...and she is obviously a NO GOOD, hypocritical, obviously TWITTER troubled, gal

JCK has an admission to make. She has succc....succcc....succumbed to the lure of TWITTER. Why? What was the groundbreaking moment that sent her over to the other side? JCK cannot fathom that IT moment. JCK cannot fathom much. JCK is suffering from some sickness, most probably picked up at one of her children's schools, or from TWITTER itself. JCK would be rageful, or at the very least annoyed by this, but at the moment, JCK is feeling too weak to do much of anything. Except TWEET and moan. TWEET and moan. Perhaps you'd like to come find her? At the very least you could hate her because she is on TWITTER, and she is obviously a NO GOOD, hypocritical, obviously TWITTER troubled, gal. Or, maybe say ...never, say never. And, leave it at that.

JCK is wondering just what it IS about good intentions, checklists, having an opening in one's schedule, (free time???), that brings about the perfect recipe for getting a virus. JCK is suffering from a stomach ailment that appears to be affecting her cognitive skills, as well. Hence, her decision, earlier this morning,  to begin rearranging the layout of her right hand sidebar. Unfortunately, in the rearranging shuffle, JCK inadvertantly deleted her advertising. JCK is one smooth operator. JCK is currently in bed. But, before you get too excited, do know that the only sexy thing in site is her...sometime paramour, her red hot lap top. *sigh*

So, between bouts of running to the LOO and picking up/dropping off children at school, JCK is engaged in lying/sitting abed. Until moments ago, JCK was thinking clearly, but at this juncture...that remains debatable. And so, until further notice, JCK is over and out....

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TWITTER could come in OH, SOO...handy right about now

Apparently the whole point of having a blog is to...well, BLOG. Ahem...

It's a pretty sad state of affairs when one gets up at 5am more mornings than not, and still feels behind at the end of every day.

I picked up the keys to my massage office yesterday. Can I hear a WHOOO HOOO!!??

I've started seeing clients. I am LOVING doing massage again. Especially the energy work.

There is a blog post coming about my feminist leanings and self-esteem/power when a woman earns money...

My daughter likes to announce my age in public. She can't help it if she's proud.

Indeed, I've been living on too much caffeine and far too little whiskey and chocolate. Can't remember the last time I had either... I'm truly losing the focus of my priorities.

It has suddenly occurred to me that my earlier disdaining of joining TWITTER was a bit shortsighted. TWITTER could come in OH, SOO...handy right about now. (See loose fingered sentence structure above, under 140 characters.)

Woulda...Shoulda...Coulda...

Yes, the TWITTER Literati...Intelligentsia could SO be mocking me. I who scoffed at Tweeting Twitterers would be well served to just....shut up already and just...TWEET.

But, it wouldn't be enough for this large beak...

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Photo Disclosure: It is to be noted that a duster in mouth does not connote actual dusting. Nor do fishnets indicate a household of Le Frisky. The blank look in the eyes? Perhaps...accurate.

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