Monthly Archives: September 2011

5 tweets I absolutely hate to see in my newsfeed

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I realize Twitter  is still in it’s experimental phase for most.I also realize that users are always trying to find where they belong in the twitterverse.With that being said, I hate when tweeters use the information network to tell followers about their day:

  • “Just woke up #lazy,“
  • “Great Shower, time for Breakfast.“
  • “Getting in the car.”
  •  ”Damn traffic!“
  • “Safely at the office now time to work.
  • “Breaking from work to tweet“

When I see any tweets like that, it’s an immediate unfollow.

I understand every now and then having a life status update is essential to your every being. And I acknowledge that (especially since I occasionally do that) but…tweeting your every move every 5 minutes is not good social media etiquette. If this is sounding like you please go check out how you should tweet. Whatever you do, your tweets need to change.

Just so you know what mandates an immediate unfollow, here are the 5 tweets I absolutely hate:

1. “OMG It’s Friday friday friday” – Rebecca Black is a joke and so is this update. Join the rest of Twitter and participate in Follow Friday if you want to show how excited you are for the end of the week.

2. “Just took a dump, it was a bad one #hideyokids”- As much as I find bathroom talk hysterical, I’d rather not be up to date on your bowl movements.

3. “INSERT INSPIRATIONAL SAYING HERE”- I’m all for sharing inspiration, but you do not need caps lock to inspire people. Let your phrase do the talking.

4. A string of links to articles without interaction- If you are just posting links to your articles and not communicating with the rest of the Twitter world you’ve got a problem. No one likes a one-sided conversation, especially when you are linking to content you haven’t proven to be a must read.

5. “Is Google + going to steal Mark Zuckerberg’s thunder, discuss”- I realize we have limited use of characters but if you want to start a discussion with your followers just ask a question. The discussion is already implied because it is being posted in a social setting. Please don’t tell me to discuss a topic, because, like when teachers assign chapters to read, I won’t do it and I’ll stop listening.

The most important thing is to be true to yourself, I’ve found that when people try to fit into a certain area their tweets start following into one of these categories. Use Twitter as it is ment to be used, as an information network. Share things with your followers that you find interesting, have conversations with them through out the day. Just make sure you know when to turn it to a private conversation.

How To Stop Dating For The Wrong Reasons

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Have you ever noticed how around this time everyone starts pairing off. It’s as if the crisp air of fall is a wake up call that all summer flings need to shit or get off the pot.

I hear the call too, that annoying sound in the back of your head begging you to not stay single for another winter. I mean, who wouldn’t want to wake up next to someone who cares about them, lay in bed in the morning and just laugh.

Which is a great feeling, when you are dating for the right reasons. When you find someone you truly care about. Not when you have a nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach, and you know you don’t care for them the same way they do you. But, you hold on to them anyway hoping something in you will change.

Being with someone because you are tired of being alone isn’t a great reason. And I know it sounds easy, but if you’re with someone…shouldn’t you be with them because you like them? Not because you’re tired of waking up to a big empty bed, or because you are tired of cooking for one. If only it were that easy…

The first step is to recognize the signs that something is wrong. For me, the first real hint is that I’m not excited to see the person. I don’t get nervous, or those little butterflies..it’s just kind of like..oh okay, they’re here. Another big hint is that I start picking fights, or just say hurtful things. I think this is just a tactic to get the other person to do the dumping first..

The second step is to re-evaluate your situation. If you aren’t happy, and are just worried about being alone..run. You both deserve to be fully happy. You won’t be alone forever, believe me..if you want to be with someone, you will. There is no need to be moderately happy, just because you’re afraid you won’t be loved. Hell, I’ll even throw some love and a giant hug your way if you are in need.

The last step is to get out. Find a mutually beneficial way to exit the relationship. Do it in person and be kind. No need to say “I think you’re gross, you annoy me..and I was only doing this to bide the time until I found someone new. But  Courtney said it was a waste of time so..peace.” Try something nicer, explain that you aren’t happy and don’t feel it is fair to the other person to drag them down.

It’s always going to suck to be the single friend, trust me I’ve got it covered. But it’s going to suck even more when you’re unhappy with your relationship status and annoyed with your partner. If you get nothing else, at least take away this-  be happy, do what makes you happy and healthy. If your current situation is stressing you out and causing you pain..end it. It really is that easy

Do It Yourself Attitude

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I’ve decided now that I’m unemployed and on the job hunt, I’m going to be more of a do-it-yourself-er.

I wish I was talking about making cute jewelry, or helping my sister with her wedding invitations, but no. Instead, I’m talking about fixing things around my apartment. Before we go any further you should realize I have no idea what I’m doing, and I’ve also assumed that do it yourself videos will be of no use to me.

The first thing to fix was the lock. The lock that I may have, kind of, accidentally already broke. My thought process was, what’s the worst that can happen? It’s not like I’ll end up locked into my apartment unable to take the deadbolt off…right? wrong. After futzing with it I was able to get the latch to close, it just wouldn’t open. Not even with the key. So I was forced to unscrew it and tape it to the wall…you know, like the normal person I am.

Next up was the bathroom mirror, about three weeks ago our mirror broke. In a freak, cough paranormal cough, accident our mirror leaped off the wall and landed on the floor smashing into pieces, leaving a gaping hole in our wall. Not only a bit creepy, but very inconvenient. Instead of telling our landlord we needed it replaced, I decided to take things into my own hands…by buying a wrong sized mirror, being too lazy to return it, and making a cardboard frame. I can see you’re impressed…i’d be more than willing to create one of these gems for you (only 19.95 (plus shipping and handling) )

The one thing I seem to have done right so far was add the soft felt bottoms to all of the chair/table surfaces…although I seemed to have gone a little bit crazy with it.

I think Kate is starting to tire of my whole Ms. Fix It ‘tude. Who knows what is next, maybe I’ll make a lamp out of the three light bulbs I broke while putting together a lamp, or attempt to walk on our broken porch…nothing is safe now.Nothing.

Writing is a lot like taking an insane amount of drugs

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Writing is my drug, if I don’t do it at least once a day I get shaky and start muttering inane things to myself. Sometimes I even start rocking, then I scour my apartment for a pen and paper and just write things down.

Usually it’s lame, and something I hope no one ever reads. Sometimes it inspires a post, a book I won’t ever finish, or a poem I won’t ever share. Usually it’s just something I think is great at the time, then I go back and try to make sense of “Frog legs, orange stripes and bananas.”

My mind works in mysterious ways when I haven’t been able to fit in my scheduled writing time.

Like a crack addict I just keep coming back. (this rhymed with the song playing in the background at my neighborhood starbucks…I considered deleting it, but I’m trying to get better about my prejudice to things that rhyme and alliteration)

So today I’m trying to make up for being a lazy bum for the past week and not writing. Instead I caught up on re-watching the entire Office series (both U.S. and UK) and then started Ghost Whisper. I also went on a few interviews…but who really cares about working anyway.

I told myself that when my job with Monster.com ended I would make my blog my full-time job. You know, really put more effort into writing multiple posts a day, actually doing something with it. But my overwhelming out of work slump took over quickly and now the only thing I can muster up energy for is making fun of preppy white guys that wish they were real golfers. Oh and drinking Pumpkin spice lattes. Adding that to my list of things I am sadly addicted to.

What I’ve been trying to get at is, writing has become my recreational drug. I do it when I need a pick me up, or if things are going a little crazy. Sometimes I do it because I feel I have to, other times I don’t realize what I’m doing until I’m half through ten pages of rambling. I need writing to get me through this messed up world, without it I would be stuck rocking back and forth in a padded room with no windows.

Does this make me less of a girl?

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Okay, I understand the tradition with white wedding gowns, and back in the day this was usually your last nice dress. But, we’re in the century where people drop about three g’s on a cocktail dress..nevermind the 10,000 dollars they drop on a dress they wear once.

I guess what I’m getting at is, I don’t understand the need for these insanely expensive dresses. I’d rather go put a down payment on a nice car, or I don’t know..a house?

But then again, this is coming from a girl who would be perfectly fine with running away to Las Vegas to get married. Someone as graceful as me should never be forced to walk down a long aisle, in a long dress, while people just stare. It’s  asking for some disastrous trip, rip my dress, then fall into that one creepy uncle’s lap that everyone has.

So does it make me less of a girl that I would be happy getting married in jeans and a t-shirt so long as it is to someone I love? I don’t want a huge party filled with fancy dresses and people I haven’t seen in years. I’d be much more content lounging by the pool afterward instead of making idle chat and hearing what a “blushing bride” I am.

Thanks, but I’m set on that.