My grandma called me. "I'm watching the fireflies," she said. "I wish I was there," I said. I'm eating a chocolate-covered graham cracker," she said and then paused, and laughed. "I guess life is pretty good," she summarized.

I set Twitter up to my phone tonight. I thought about what I would have to say. I don't want what might be termed googlemania, spot-smart data, or lurkers anonymous to know how my day goes.

Sometimes I used to wish someone would ride shotgun with me through a normal day at work, at lunch, and at the gym. These were things that were normative... how would it change it to have a witness, an audience? It wouldn't really change at all, but somehow I wanted someone to see: this is what happens to me, this is what I do, this is what I'm responsible for, this is what I enjoy, and this is what I'm passionate about.

But Twitter... is soo soo, like creepy. Like I don't want them to know when I'm where. Seriously.

I'd rather use it as a vehicle for "deep thoughts," platitudes, or stupid laughs. Nothing patentable. They'd steal it in a heartbeat. And PLEASE do not tell Everywhig when I'm at the freakin grocery store!! I mean what would be the good of that?

I still think it's creepy.