You Know My Steez

I mainly hate the internet. Yeah, streaming music and self-diagnosing illnesses can be great (Thank You, Pandora and WebMD).  There should be a term for the physical discomfort associated with being a Luddite. Oh! How my heart aches for the days of yore! I would go back to microfiche and dusty libraries in an instant if it meant the obliteration of Twitter.

(Okay, I got this picture from Wikipedia... Thank You, Wikipedia)

For the record, I do not, and probably never will, have a Twitter account. So whoever this “realjuliastiles” is, can suck a robotic dick. And stop emailing friends of mine pretending to be me. The real rub is when other blogs, which are gossip pages feigning some sort of authority, pick up stories that have no merit. The problem with the almighty internet is that there is no accountability.

Can a sister get some accountability?!

FOR EXAMPLE (click here).

Again, not me, in case you care which you probably don’t so nevermind.