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There are two kinds of people in the world, those who think they're normal, and those who know there is no such thing.
Twitter: where obsessive-compulsives go to relax.
I was hot, young and wild once. Probably around the time half of you were born.
You learn a lot when you pay attention to what people retweet.
I'm kinda bored with admiration from afar. I want up close and dangerous.
Sometimes I can't stand all the bullshit we've created to distract ourselves from just being.
Life is too short not to share your real self with others.
Either I need to be treated like I'm the most special woman on Earth, or fucked like I'm the last one ON Earth. Not sure which. Maybe both.
Sometimes it is exhausting being an anomaly.
Ohhh. when you said 'benefits', I thought you meant health care...
Thanks to Twitter, I have a heightened sense of bullshit.
You don't want to chat with older women, fine. Just don't be a rude dick about it. Someday you'll be just a gray/bald dude who uses Viagra.
Some of the shit that gets RTs and 'trophies' blows my mind. I'm not smart enough, stupid enough, or trashy enough to be popular on Twitter.
I think it's actually easier to be your true self on Twitter than it is in real life.
Nothing can cast a spell like the depth of your eyes.
I will never to be too old to dance around the house by myself with the music cranked up to 11.
Remind me to take my senses out to play more often. http://t.co/aR4luJqQm8