i tweet therefore i am

You know when you were in like 7th grade and everyone had those ridiculous UFO pants or a frosh in college and everyone had Uggs and you were like "WTF those defy all logic. they're ugly, they look ridiculous, they're expensive, blah blah blah." And you could think of 100 reasons not to get them, but slowly as they became less and less cool, you were like 'Well, maybe I'll just try them on' and then those emeffing uggs were so emeffing comfortable that you could not take off your feet. And when your mom sent you a pair of Croc-Uggs in the mail, combining the two worst shoes of all time, you and your friends laughed and you brought them around as a novelty of how silly your mom is, but you didn't just want to carry the shoes around, so you wore them (you know, ironically.) At first, just to the dining hall, but soon, when you were running late for class, you thought "Well, I'll just slip them on. How bad can it be?" And suddenly, you notice they're on your feet all the time. To job interviews, meeting your boyfriend's parents, funerals, etc. And suddenly, you're Croc-Ugg girl. Neither of those shoes are even popular anymore, but you're still wearing your hideous shoes because once you put them on, you suddenly understood why everybody loved them so much.

Well, folks, I finally broke down and joined Twitter. And I feel about as guilty about it as I possibly could. Just saying the word "tweet" makes me feel lame. And even though I know that Jimmy Fallon and Michael Ian Black are having private up-to-the-minute conversations with me, and even though I know that I could just write short things on my blog to the exact same effect, and even though there really isn't anyone on my twitter who I don't already have on my google reader/blogroll/e-mail list/see on a regular basis, I just can't help myself. And by golly, are those croc-uggs comfortable.

Follow me at twitter.com/misstrionics.