I used to use Velvettush as an ID.
I seriously thought about comin' out to my family and friends about my bloggin'. So I was consolidatin' all my IDs. But, THIS is my only place to vent about those people!! So I chickened out.
Anyway I stopped usin' Velvettush...and some black chick uses it.
And not the same person that uses it on MySpace... which he even has his foot in a strappy sandal as his ID photo. Remember when mine was my red heels in the air? UGH!
And you know I have mixed emotions about all that. Flattered that I'm imitated, but yet pissed off that I've been ripped off.
Sure, it's a great stripper name or even a drag queen persona or even a super heroine. It's mine.
Mine. MINE. MINE!!
I wish I had kept it... water under the bridge.
I keep tellin' myself that.
Uhm, what were we chattin' about?
So I follow 41 people on Twitter. But Actually only get updates to my phone from 15.
And of that 15, there are only 2 or 3 that twitter on a regular basis.
I've been to the movies with TheRedneckDiva.
I've been shoppin' with KikiMo several times.
And to a weddin' too. But my phone doesn't reply to her directly... I guess I'm not payin' the big bucks for that!
My phone goes off all the time.
Roy thinks that everytime it goes off, it's family.
Not always...Roy's gettin' used to it.
He's all "who's that?"
"She lives in..."
He stops me. "Okay. Never mind."
Every time, I had to explain. "It's Becca" or "It's Brenda." or "Katy, she lives in Louisanna."
He's gettin' used to it.
But he's drawn the line at my phone being under my pillow. You know like Madonna.
It's alert is me sayin', "Woo Hoo!"
So think about a cell phone constantly sayin' "Woo Hoo!" about 50 times a day!!
It's scared a lot of people!
It's quite fun.
And of course, I've been takin yall with me to all sorts of things... ball games, shoppin' and road trips.
At least I hope so.
My sister is one of those that puts her phone in her bra and she gets my FaceBook Status updates... which I use like Twitter... And she has it set to vibrate. The Day I was on The Roof, she told me to give it a rest.
But I thought vibratin' body parts was a good thing?
Or maybe that was the problem?
The day I went to Church with her, she left her cell in her car. "I didn't want you to be burnin' my boobs in Church!"
And then I couldn't text.
She just laughed, "Its what you get for being such a heathen."
I've started puttin' mine in my bra. I can see that is way more handy than in the very bottom of my purse.
And if it's in my pocket, it's more apt to fall out on the floor when I sit.
I'm learnin'... It's a process.
Roy said, "is that thing gonna stay in there?"
You know he has a point!
My bras can't seem to hold my boobs in some days much less a cell phone.
So... Again I've drifted.
Do you actually follow someone on twitter?
And I don't mean you clicked the follow button just to say you do...I mean actually "follow"?
Do you only follow with your PC?
Or do you use your phone?
I thinking about cuttin' out those that I don't actually follow and puttin' a lock on it.
I'm not about the numbers. I'm about connectin' with people.
And Speakin' of Connectin' ... A Jennifer left a message on Monday's Link UP. I tried to respond to you. Your ID is private... Welcome to my World.