At last i know: It's Not me, it's you.
For years i have allowed people to make me feel as though it was because i didn't know properly how to make them aware fo my presents_other than actually posting any of my meny names & titles; which in the end, probably only served to scare the crap out of them, or, they were simply convinced i musty be some kind of attention-seeking nut-job.
(screew the typos/this AC won't let me edit them anymore)
As i was saying: a person can learn a lot in a simple few days or so.
One could say i have taken the route of my people_as of late; since i now cry their names out lout_to draw attention to my own cause. Where they say: "Oh Jesus, Jesus... i go "top-tweet" and viral eather raging-on or praising celebrities, movie-stats, and other such-like characters.
You can imangian the looks on their faces when someboky like Newt, Paul Rand, Rosie, Conan, or the countless others i have 'toped' learn when someone hashtags their name, they can only read or post themselves by first witnessing what i have had to say to them, about them, and, to the world on Twitter. There isn't actually anybodys name i can't turn into a hashtag eather; though for now, none probably will make me more proud than what i posted on the 30th.of September_under his full-name, and of which is still up four (4) days later.
Newt Gingrich is an absolutly disgusting dog, and, i only wist the tweet i posted about him could have been ruder! I particuarlly loath that Micky-Mouse face he makes whenever talking about his alledgly delightful relationship with Willam Jefferson Clinton. Really...
Don't get me wrong: I'm not a grate fan of Clinton's eather. That has more to do with how we know of each other_after he left the White-House however, and, nothing to do with his conduct in the Oval-Office. Why, Bush, was President a full year at least, and, i had foramlly written both him & the Senate, before i ever contacted, Bill.
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