Tuning into Twitter again, but only bc @JoJoFromJerz is still hanging on here-and boy do I love her slaps.
But please don't expect me to refer to it by its new brand bc that's wildly embarrassing. Cringier every day.
Am I going to get turned back at the airport for this tweet?
About to tweet something smart, and then the brain fog sweeps in. A thousand micro-sentiments all at once and then none at all. What were we talking about? #thisisMS
Did you know that our chapter has coordinated more than 238 wish assists this year for children from 42 states, Washington D.C., Puerto Rico and Canada when their wish experiences brought them to our communities? #FeelGoodFriday
I remember my dog perking up from her nightly slumber while I cried after a sad day. She approached me curiously, laid on my lap and spent the next few hours licking my arm raw. Maggie knew I needed that.
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For me, my morning poop is a special time of the day. Release, relief, renew. If there’s a second or third poop, it’s a great day. But if there’s a fourth poop, I’m sick. Fourth poops are degrading.
Twitter makes sense for me to frequent as a social platform. It fits my lifestyle—the #WFH-looking-like-a-slob, cozy-in-PJs-all-day, hiding-from-the-camera kind of lifestyle.