Favstar gets even better if you sign in.
If I get hurt playing Wii Sports, that's still a sports injury, right?
Truth hurts. Learning the truth too late is worse.
You are beautiful on the inside.
This is where I want to touch you.
I need a "retweet harder" button.
I'm sometimes a bit surprised by which of my tweets other people think are good.
Twitter: Displacing real life, one hundred and forty characters at a time.
Maybe I should ask if there's a history of mental illness in your family before we start dating.
I didn't do that last time.
Don't complain about not having what I offered to you.
Wouldn't it be better if women had to take a pill to get pregnant, rather than one not to?
People don't believe me when I say I'm not good at taking hints. Don't try to subtweet me; I won't get it.
Ignorance is such a turn off.
If I'm ever trapped on a dessert island, the one thing I would want is a spoon.
No shit, Twitter, my ex is similar to me.
I'm not here for the girl in the pictures.
I'm here for the woman behind the words.
Manual retweeters suck ass and blow goats. I realise that is attractive to some of you, but it's really not good.
How am I supposed to get through your tweets if you keep making more?
You're not broken; you just have jagged edges.
If I cut myself and bleed, I knew what I was getting into.
The butterflies are here to take me off to sleep....
I fear rejection, too.
I hate it when restaurants refill their Heinz ketchup bottles with something other than Heinz. I lived in Pittsburgh & know the difference.
Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives. Manually retweet me for a block. 55- only, please!