My Native American name would be, Tweets With No Stars.

My husband doesn't understand Twitter.
I don't understand my husband.
Coincidence? .... I think, not.

Went to see a Medium. Small guy.
Told me to live large....

Starcasm - The last star given before unfollowing or delisting.

A fun thing to do while hanging around an Apple iStore is to call all the staff Mac.

Kindly passerby just pressed a coin into my hand. Hmm.. I may not have achieved the look of quiet understated elegance I was hoping for..

I sometimes confuse my walk of shame with my happy dance.

Twitter Elite Barbie - Comes with her own iPhone, boob avi, 20k followers, bonus features and Ken doll duct taped in Dream Mansion basement.

Some girls are apples.
Some girls are pears.
Some are the complete fruit salad.

Invisible trophies gather no dust.

..sometimes only chocolate will do. And a good bottle of Chardonnay. And a vodka martini, and a margarita, and a beer and a bong and a bonk

It's better to have loved and lost than to be stuck with a whore-mongering psycho or a ball-breaking slut.

Phoney people piss me off.
Perky people piss me off.
Pathetic people piss me off.
People who say I'm grumpy...Piss me off the most.

Think. EDIT. Imagine. EDIT. Dream. EDIT. Scribble. EDIT. Believe. EDIT. Despair. EDIT. Sex. EDIT. EDIT. EDIT... Me writing a tweet.

Women are warm, emotional, creatures.
Men are... Men are..
Well, men are just creatures.

Mister, I'm telling you this for your own sanity & safety. The last person who peered over my shoulder reading my TL, turned to stone.

Tweet by your own rules.
Tweet like a narcissist.
Don't let insecurity or low self-esteem hold you back.
Lastly, don't take tweeting advice.

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Who is the Favest Star of all?
Is she fat or is she small?
Or is she even a she at all...?

I used to be a one tweet pony but now I am a nine star wonder.

Wish I was a man... Just leave all major to decisions to your penis...