Judge Not My Twittering

So I may be the last blogger or the last lesbian to join twitter but I finally did it. As you can see in my side bar or by clicking here. I wasn’t really sure about it at first but I like it. I get to text message random thoughts, rants and wants 24/7 … sort of like having a virtual best friend that just never texts back. It also has the added benefit of making my stalker’s jobs that much easier. (If I actually had any. But a girl can dream, right? lol)

The only problem with twittering my spur of the moment, roller coaster, bipolar, not well thought out, random musings of the moment for the whole TwitterNation to read, is that so can my girlfriend.

So last night after avoiding her touch for the third or fourth night in a row, I grabbed my phone and twittered: I can’t seem to stay happy with anyone for too long. What’s wrong with me? and Put this on my tombstone: It’s not you it’s me — it’s true. Its not her, it’s me. I’m that screwed up.

This morning I thought she was getting ready for work but when I walked into the room she was sitting there reading my twitters.

Oh crap.

She didn’t really say anything. She was just sad.

That’s worse.

I feel horrible.

I don’t want to hurt her. But I also hate censoring every single thing I write or blog or twitter.

I had to ask her today not to read it anymore. Any of it. To which she shrugged and said, “That’s fine, it’s not like I won’t hear all about it from my friends.”

Ugh. She’s right. Her friends read this. Which in truth, some have become my friends. I can only hope that they understand that we are trying … I’m trying. Remi’s been amazing. She is amazing which is why I’m sure (at least I want to say I’m sure) that everything will work itself out.

As I write this, Remi & I are texting each other. After a particularly personal text she quickly followed up with: Please don’t twitter that.

Wow. I wasn’t. I know there’s a line. Sometimes I act like I don’t, but I do. I wasn’t going to twitter about that.

Geez.

Can’t a girl blog and twitter without being judged?
Guess not.

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