this is my last post about twitter for a while, i swear

the world seems stranger every day i live in it

i wish shaq had a livejournal

February 19th, circa 1-3 PM in phoenix, arizona.


shaq is already feeling a little depressed

shaq goes unrecognized in public

shag gets lonely

shaq makes desperate internet appeals for personal connection



the internet blows my mind

updates from shitty south texas

my dad just asks me
"what's a twitter?"
and i explain
(these conversations about technology always have a strange)
("birds and the bees" role reversal vibe)
(it was clear from our conversation that he still has)
(no idea what a blog is)
(or even what youtube is, for that matter)

then, just now, i hear his voice from the couch in the other room
melanie!
(my mother's name)
melanie!
i'm twittering!
i'm twittering!
i'm just letting you know that i'm watching the news

a moment passes

then

melanie!
melanie!
i'm twittering!
i'm thinking about going to the bathroom!
i'm twittering!