“So, we’re together now?”
“Yeah, Darling. I love you.”
“Seriously? I’m so happy. So, it’s official?”
“Yeah. It’s official. Let’s celebrate.”
“Oh, I’m so happy! Wait a second. I need to update my Facebook.”
“Wha —?”
“It’s not ‘It’s Complicated’ anymore now. It’s ‘In a Relationship’. There you go. Now, update yours.”
“But, but … why?”
“You mind? Why you mind?”
“I don’t mind. But, does it have to be the first thing we do as a couple?”
“Of course!”
“You’re so childish.”
“Change your relationship status on Facebook now, or I’m gonna change it back to ‘It’s Complicated’!”
“Alright. I’m gonna do it now. Let me login first. And, this is your page. Now, tell me again where is the ‘Unfriend’ button?”
01. Betsy responded with “Check the drawers!” to “Where did I put my memory enhancer pills?” tweet.
02. Betsy asked what’s wrong with point 01 above.
03. Betsy could find most of the answers she asks on Twitter either by googling or calling her mother.
04. Betsy could find the answers to her questions in the link already shared by the Twitter account she was asking to.
05. Betsy asked “Hi! How are you?” to a “RIP Steve Jobs” tweet.
06. Betsy feeds news about Kim Kardashian’s latest boob jobs to Twitter accounts operated by people with real jobs.
07. Betsy thinks it’s cool to be witty and bitchy to just anyone on Twitter - from random strangers to verified celebrity accounts.
08. Betsy asks “Follow back please!”
09. Betsy asks again what’s wrong with point No. 08 above pretty seriously.
10. B3t5y tYp3s tH1z w4¥.
16.45-17.00
“Hi, @SallyBieber. @parseltongued here. So, meet up tonight? Hacienda, 8pm?”
“Cool. Tell me where Hacienda is again?”
“Inside the mall around the corner. I’ll be in the bar.”
“Can’t wait to see ya! Send me your pic again, please.”
“Here you go. Also need to see your pic again.”
“Here you go. Nice abs!”
19.55-20.10
“I’m getting close. You there already?”
“Yes, in the bar. Text me when you’re here.”
“What are you wearing?”
“Blue and denim pants. You?”
“White and khakis with red sweater.”
“Where are you now?”
“Entering the mall. Where exactly is Hacienda?”
“First floor, next to DVF.”
“Where is DVF? I cannot see it.”
“Past the Information Center.”
“I’ve passed the Information Center. Still can’t see DVF.”
“First you see Marc Jacobs.”
“Oh, okay. See Hacienda now. Where are you?”
“In the bar. Corner.”
“I’m in Hacienda. Where’s the bar?”
“First thing you see.”
“Okay. There it is. So, where are you sitting?”
“Corner.”
“I’m getting near.”
“Just let me know.”
“Here I am.”
“Here you are.”
“You look different.”
“You too. That wasn’t your pic!”
“That wasn’t your abs!”
“Bye.”
“Bye.”
TwilightGirl19
SLUTTT!!! RT @BellaSwampthing: cc: @TwilightGirl19 RT @RobPattinson4Ever: *feeewh!* Mission accomplished. Insecure bitches are easy (2 minutes ago)
RobPattinson4Ever
*feeewh!* Mission accomplished. Insecure bitches are easy. (8 minutes ago)
RobPattinson4Ever
@TwilightGirl19 Fine! (46 minutes ago)
TwilightGirl19
@RobPattinson4Ever But you will be, right?! HA! Predictable. I’m unfollowing u 1st. Now. Yeah! No lame excuse needed! (47 minutes ago)
RobPattinson4Ever
@TwilightGirl19 I am still following you. Go check! (49 minutes ago)
TwilightGirl19
@RobPattinson4Ever So it’s not your fault that you’ve unfollowed me?! (52 minutes ago)
RobPattinson4Ever
@TwilightGirl19 Hey, whaddayaknow. Really happens to me, Dear. (54 minutes ago)
TwilightGirl19
@RobPattinson4Ever Haha. Cool excuse to start unfollowing some. But, that’s pretty lame. (1 hour ago)
RobPattinson4Ever
Oh, this is weird. Why @Twitter suddenly makes me unfollowing some accounts automatically. Sorry, guys. (1 hour ago)
“You look so beautiful tonight.”
“Thanks, Dear. How’s your food? You like it?”
“It’s perfect. Thanks for preparing the candle for me.”
“This is our perfect first anniversary dinner.”
“AH! The song, the song! It’s so sweet!”
“Set especially for us. Tonight, I celebrate my looove for you ….”
“Thanks for always being by my side.”
“But, you look distracted. What happened?”
“I’m just, well … work. Checking some emails.”
“Could you forget about work for a minute, please?”
“Okay, I’m sorry.”
“Hey, what did you just type before?”
“What do you mean?”
“I can see you typing some long lines!”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
“Yes, you do! You were smiling to another direction! on your screen! Just how many camsluts are you chatting with now?!”
“OOOOOOHHHHYYYEEEAAAAHHHH!”
“Oh, shit! Wrong window.”
Besty has gone offline.
It wasn’t within my power, really
As I saw your smiling face, Daddy
Mommy truly gave it all for me
But it wasn’t within my power, really
As you uttered a prayer I didn’t understand
And devoted me to a God I didn’t comprehend
There wasn’t a single choice in my hand
If I wanna grow a woman or a man
And you reached the old record, and sing
“Born free, born free, what a joy you bring!”
And labelled me as your offspring
Your choices now that I’m following
They say I’m bad if I wanna be
Just the best that I need to be
To marry the one that I truly want
They say you know what’s best for me
How you have invested much in me
But it’s only freedom that I want
From all the gods, from all the system
From all the labels in me you put them
From what your neighbors and priests say
If I were free, then get the hell out of my way
it shred me to pieces, reading your page
as you changed it last night to “it’s complicated”
perhaps it’s my silence, perhaps your rage
but all this quiet fight got me real’ wasted
we unfollowed each other so i can’t read
all your witty lines that friends retweet
with no mentioning me you send a message
of how helpless we are since we disengage
i’ve posted a note that gets many “like”s
along with them come many pings
the how-are-you’s, and curiosity alikes
of what has changed in our feelings
i can ignore tweets that mention you and i
or untag myself from photos that friends post
to dive to invisible mode, or even lie
in messenger status, and be like a ghost
but deep inside i cannot deny
how i’m afraid to say goodbye
not only in real world as days go by
but also as we restlessly login online
how i wish among the mentions that i get
and the one that “… is writing a message”
is the person that i have always had
in my list of friends, following and image
but when the word “myself” fills a poem
there won’t be much left to make a good rhyme
i wish you read this tumblr that’s so random
and take my apology for a lifetime
I fear that I will always be
A lonely number like root three
A three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath a vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic
I know I’ll never see the sun,
as one point seven three two one
Such is my reality,
a sad irrationality
When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three
Has quietly come waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer
We break free from our mortal bonds
And with a wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued
And love for me has been renewed.
(taken from Harold and Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay)
“Hey, hey! You want me to read today’s horoscope for you? This magazine’s is always good!”
“Oh, cool! I’m an Aries!”
“You’re the brightest today. You will sense goodness in everybody, and you’ll easily tell a trick.”
“Nice. I know an Aries is always intuitive.”
“You show patience and politeness to your friends.”
“As always.”
“Ha ha. I actually just read the Libra! Gotcha!”
“GO TO HELL!”
