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Entry number twenty-five:
Okay... WTH.
What the hell is the point of Twitter? If I send out a "tweet", who the hell gets it? I mean, the only person I can think of that would want an updated on what I was doing at all times is my Mom. And I'm pretty sure I'd rather stab myself in the foot with a screwdriver than that. And if I'm on it, does that make me a "twit"?
I think it would.