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I've tried Twitter about 10 times in the past 2 years.
I just don't get it.
On one of my attempts at Twitter, I followed a trending topic: #Itsuckswhen. That got me to: It sucks when you're dancing with a chick at a club and she smells like baby shit and hot dog water.
That fucked me up in at least 3 dozen ways, and I broke free from Twitter.
I came back when my friend was crossing the English Channel: that was how her husband was updating those of us at home who were eager to know how close she was to the shores of France.
In the past week, I've made a real effort at having another go at it, mostly because a client of mine suggested we send our 'light' messages and/or interesting business-related articles via Twitter. That's fine. If I'm going to help people with their social media campaigns, I should have some level of understanding about Twitter.
I follow a handful of people. And about the same number of people are following me. I have one friend, who is not on Facebook, that is on Twitter, so that's nice, too.
I've been in a dark bedroom all day -- I woke up with a migraine at 4 am -- daylight hurts like hell. So with a dimmed laptop screen, I hopped on Twitter.
Most of the trending topics meant nothing to me. But then I found one: #rightbymyside.
Now I'm in business! Rick Crapster has spent the better part of the day in bed with me -- that'll be my trending post. Or tweet. Whatever.
Rick Crapster is
#rightbymyside for most of this migraine day. Black shirt covered in orange fur proves it.
I'm an asshole.
Evidently, Nicki Minaj just released a song or video called "Right By My Side." I am one of two people out of 8 gillion that did not know this. The other person, Andrew P., has God #rightbymyside.
Why are we fans of this Twitter thing, again? And who the fuck is Nicki Minaj?
I'll let you know how it goes.