I Feel Dirty...

Well, I've been and gone and done it now.

I've done the one thing that I swore I'd never do.  The one thing that makes me want to have a very hot bath.  But DAMMIT!  They don't make hot water hot enough!



I have succumbed to peer pressure.

I am now... *sigh*... on Twitter.

I've never had much interest in it before, and truth be told, I not entirely sure how much interest I have in it now.  I already have a Facebook profile to keep in touch with my friends, but apparently FB is "soooo 2007" and "you have to have a Twitter account these days because, like, everybody who is anybody has one".  Whatever...

But what the hell.  I'll give it a go.  It could be fun, and it's not like it costs me anything.  And, hey, it's just another kind of blogging, right?  Right?

So, if you're reading this and you're on Twitter, pretty-please-with-a-cherry-on-top follow me, because right now I'm a proper Billy-No-Mates.  (The link is in the sidebar.)

In the meantime, I am up to my ears in paint.  Boyf and I have eight orders for canvasses to complete over the next ten days, so my next proper rant blog may not appear for a little while.  Then again, I may be hit by the inspiration train tomorrow and need to blog to get all the crazy voices in my brain to shut the hell up.

I wonder if tweeting would keep them quiet?

Am I the only one who thinks that blue bird looks as creepy as hell?  I think it can see my soul...