Welcome to my tumblr. I'm really not much of a blogger though I've always wanted to be. This space is most likely to be used for those things I normally wouldn't say on twitter, seeing how I'd hate to break character from being my normal assholish self.
Ask anything and I will be brutally honest tonight. Maybe the tornados that ripped through the airport about 10 miles from here have made me question my mortality or it could be the Vicoden, but either way I will be 100% forthcoming.
Reblog if you want (1) message from an anon telling you how they feel about you.
I’m starting to care about followers and it bothers me. It’s not that I don’t appreciate people who follow me and get a chuckle out of what I do on twitter, but I am concerned that I think I’m editing myself. In the beginning, it’s hell’s bells, here’s my tweets, like it or suck it! Now it seems with every new follower there comes, I dunno, performance anxiety?
I’m not the only one, I see it in others tweets, the change of style, a softening in tone. I see others with tons of followers who tweet like they’re obligated to please the masses by putting something out there, even if it’s complete drivel. I don’t want to be that guy, ever.
I don’t care if someone unfollows me, either you get me or you don’t. If something I said made you decide to click the button, it was going to happen eventually. I tweet how I talk, how I think and generally, it’s pretty vulgar. I just don’t want to ever be boring. Do I want more followers? Absolutely, I think my nonsense should be spread like an outbreak of the Hantavirus but I don’t want to change who I am to get there.
It may sound stupid, but it bothers me, that I feel like I’m letting down my followers because I’m not tweeting something, anything, because my heads not in it. Hell, I’m probably doing better for followers by just shutting up for a while. So I’ll post this, then probably go into a rant about the old black queer that approached me needing $8 today, and this whole speech will be invalid.
My twitter suffers from pms
I find that my tweeting really is controlled by my mood. I need to be in a certain frame of mind to tweet effectively. My only goal on twitter is to make people laugh. I didn’t live tweet my myleogram or my surgery to garner sympathy (the well wishes were very kind and appreciated), I’ve just found while people enjoy random funny/stupid comments, the “real” tweets are always best received. My natural reaction to any stressful situation is to find the humor in it and it nearly got me arrested. In college, I wrecked my roommate’s ‘65 mustang into a tree going too fast on our gravel driveway. We didn’t call the cops but they showed up anyway. Neither of us had had a drop of alcohol but I couldn’t help but crack wise about the absurdity of it all. They insisted on neck bracing and back boarding us, even though we’d walked up to the house 30 minutes ago. I must have been asked how much I’d been drinking 12 times, and then everyone else in the house was interrogated as well. Pro tip: paramedics don’t have much of a sense of humor.
My poor lonely tumblr. So empty. So void. So I wrote this. All is well now. Return to your dormancy.
If I don’t find a way to create albums here, you all are going to fucking hate me come July. I believe the digital camera is the greatest invention of man so far, and when I vacation, I document the shit out of it. I despise Facebook, only because there is not one person that I want to hear from if I’m not already talking to you by phone on the regular. So I usually put all our vacation pics on the kids Facebook pages in albums. Fair warning, my last trip was 10 days, I took over 400 pics and kept 300 of them. My upcoming vacation is two weeks…