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unavoidedcrisis ([personal profile] unavoidedcrisis) wrote2011-11-22 02:37 am

thoughts about twitter + my family

I've been thinking about Twitter recently. Anyone who follows me know Twitter is where my brain goes to shout maniacally about things. I have 0 coherency on Twitter. I shout about a lot of fandom stuff and dog rescue stuff and how much longer til I get to leave work.

Which is all well and good.

Except over Thanksgiving my sister gave a bunch of my RL cousins my Twitter handle and they all followed me. Now, none of them use Twitter as often as I do, so I don't think they see all of my tweets, but like...

They could potentially go find them.

Like my massive amount of tweets about gay incest and shark babies and putting my (imaginary) penis in things and drunk Batman and how much fanfiction I actually write and how much I love hairboats.

It's a lot. I really love them. Enthusiastically and unironically.

And like, tonight I was tweeting about sex pollen tarantulas.

Should I be worried that the entire internet, including my very "normal" blood relatives can see me being a dingbat?

Should I be more worried that I am this ding-batty person 24/7 and this is probably not a phase?

Or should I just be worried about these sex pollen tarantulas I've apparently willed in to existence?

[identity profile] frangible-days.livejournal.com 2011-11-22 09:10 am (UTC)(link)
First, exterminate the sex pollen tarantulas. Or induce them into doing your nefarious bidding. If you are going to become a supervillainess, I request a job as your minion. I can be like Bob, Agent of Hydra. To your Deadpool. Sorta. With more sex pollen tarantulas. Are they tarantulas suffering the adverse effects of sex pollen, or are they simply covered in sex pollen as sort of an ancillary thing? Or are they tarantulas that emit sex pollen, somehow?

Do not worry, they are your family and are well aware that you are a complete and utter dingbat. I would not fret. Worst case scenario, sic the sex pollen tarantulas on them and they'll have other things to think about than your being a dingbat.

I really love the word dingbat. And tarantula. If you get a tarantula you ought to name it dingbat.

Have I mentioned apparently I've hit like, either the nadir or apex of my existence, because a friend of mine thinks I ought to be Tony Stark next Halloween/Convention/all the time and the reasoning was that out of our immediate group of friends, I was the most like. This should either worry me or like...I don't know. Probably any other reaction than "Oh man, i wanna make out with a hot Captain America if I do".

Dammit I think I just spotted a sex pollen tarantula. Or I just need to clean my room. I'll get back to you on that.

[identity profile] unavoidedcrisis.livejournal.com 2011-11-24 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
90% sure they like... emit sex pollen. Or at the very least, live in plants that emit sex pollen and act as carriers.

I've been looking into getting a Chilean rosy hair tarantula, but I think I would name him Magellan. Just sayin'.