I Think I'm Starting to Understand Twitter

You can follow me on Twitter, but I wouldn't recommend it.

But, if you're intrigued, you might start with the most popular tweeters (Twitterholic)

And I swore I recently saw some article about the best Twitter accounts, but will have to post that later since I can't seem to find it.

But, I was just recently sent this guy's Twitter link: Shit My Dad Says The tweets are written by Justin: "I'm 28. I live with my 73-year-old dad. He is awesome. I just write down shit that he says"

Like:

"How the fuck should I know if it's still good? Eat it. You get sick, it wasn't good. You people, you think I got microscopic fucking eyes."

"Your mother made a batch of meatballs last night. Some are for you, some are for me, but more are for me. Remember that. More. Me."

"Love this Mrs. Dash. The bitch can make spices... Jesus, Joni (my mom) it's a joke. I was making a joke! Mrs. Dash isn't even real dammit!"

"I didn't live to be 73 years old so I could eat kale. Don't fix me your breakfast and pretend you're fixing mine."

Remember that drag queen?

When we lived in Denver, one night we went to a gay bar (Bricks) and there was a drag show. In this show was a drag queen who performed two different Pink (or "P!nk" as she apparently goes by now) songs. This queen had natural cleavage (and I don't mean implants. Man boobs -- moobs) and really knew none of the words except the choruses. I happen to have both of these songs on my iPod. Every single time I hear them, I think of that queen. Well, more specifically I think of the moobs, which were disturbing. In that same show was a drag queen that fancied herself a taller, manlier version (if that's even possible) of Celine Dion. She did what I call "Celine Dion arms". If I wasn't on the train, I'd do a video on my phone and post it to the blog to show you what I mean. But then, I suppose that leaves something for later, doesn't it?

Big Chicks = where I am

*drunk again*

House Hunting Update

As previously mentioned, P and I are condo shopping. We found what we thought was the perfect condo, and even made an offer. The sellers were in way over their heads and wanted too much -- much more than it was even worth. So, we walked away. In the end, it was a good thing. It was a 2 bedroom, 1 bath condo, and probably a bit smaller than what we really need. But it was pretty. I tend to focus on the negatives (since we didn't get it), which include:

1. Balcony was off the bedroom, which is awkward for entertaining.
2. Bedrooms were small. In fact, there was only one possible placement of the bedroom in the master, and if you'd shifted the bed just one inch, you'd have blocked the door to the balcony.
3. Did I mention it had only 1 bath?

Our new favorite condo (which we're going to see for a second time on Sunday) is beautiful. Here, I will focus on the positives!

1. 2 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms -- Lord knows we need 2 bathrooms as that is one of the biggest bicker points of our current apartment.
2. The master is H-U-G-E! My dream is to build a walk-in closet in that bedroom. And doing that, it would still be bigger than what we have now!
3. Laundry room. That's right, a laundry ROOM. In the unit, with storage and everything.
4. Balcony off the kitchen.
5. Very bright.
6. Very modern.
7. 18' x 30' storage unit in the basement.
8. Gas fireplace (only unit in the building with a fireplace).

So, we'll see where this all takes us. We're going to see this unit and a few others on Sunday.