Flattery

I suppose it is a badge of honor somewhat, that out of the universe of Twitter users from which to choose, some spammer somewhere picked me first.

She obviously chose me for my intelligence, my incredible personal network, and my ability to move virtual mountains of needles. Or virtual needles. She chose me, because as a Twitter evangelist with what could be all of 119 seconds of experience on the platform, she was drawn to my deft use of the service. (Don’t mock her skills, she obviously knew Twitter well enough to update her profile picture before getting started.)

Hello to you too, Dollie. I will never forget this bond we shared.

“I its of have when in they all in one one your it just rt” right back at you, babe.