I have a confession to make.

I have betrayed you, sweet blog of mine. She is a sweet mistress and her name is Twitter. Don't get me wrong, I still care for you and will post on you, but Twitter is able to offer me so much more with less. Not only do I have a 160 character limit per post (which means less time in front of my computer) but I also don't have to worry about trying to make sense of all the thoughts in my head and trying to neatly arrange them all in a post. All I have to do is pull out my fancy phone and post about what I am thinking about at that moment. If I want to ask my group of friends who are also on twitter whether they would like to go out to eat/movie/whatever, all I have to do is post my thought and wait for replies from those that do and those that don't. It's almost like texting 2.0.

Don't get me wrong, you have most of the same great qualities but you require a lot of up keep. Mind you, there is nothing wrong with being high maintenance for when I have something on my head and I don't want to be limited, I will always turn to you for you were my first.

I guess what I am trying to say is that eventhough I will not be writing the less important stuff on you anymore, that you are still going to be a huge part when it comes to the important and rather funny moments. Twitter will just be there for my random thoughts and for when I want to arrange a get-together with the people that also use twitter.

I know that I can't contain this Latin heat of mine but would you be okay with this threesome? Blog - "As much as this hurts me, I understand your weak attempt of an excuse for posting on twitter. Hell, I did some experimenting in college and wouldn't mind experimenting some more now *looking in Twitters direction*". Twitter - "I was raised on the dairy, bitch! *breaks beer bottle over her head and starts making out with Blog*". Me - "Ah! And boom goes the dynamite".