I have a confession to make. I have been unfaithful to one of my dearest friends. Yes, it’s all true, Facebook. I have been cheating on you. I have become addicted to Twitter.com. For those who don’t know what Twitter.com is, think Facebook , but even more inane (and for those of you who don’t know what Facebook is, then there is just no hope for you and I, and in fact, I am surprised you are reading a blog).

Twitter, is another social networking site (blah, blah, blah, heard all that before) and a forum for micro-blogging which is basically blogging within a 140 character limit. Great for the time poor, haiku writers and those who are people of few words. It is also great for people like me who have nothing better to do, and want to post 140 character blogs, or status updates, every few minutes.

Sophie is thinking about getting a coffee.

Sophie has hit the streets in search of a caffeine injection.

Sophie just tripped over her own feet while trying to post a micro blog.

Sophie is $3.50 poorer, but has coffee, will travel.

Sophie is finally awake.

Finally, I can chronicle every fleeting thought that crosses my mind and every personal possibility I can think of for all the world to share, and I can read about every one else’s life in exactly the same fashion.

It means that the ‘pointless fact repository’ that is my mind, now has something to entertain it.

For example, in one passing moment, I managed to find out a whole heap of cool stuff that I probably could have found out by traditional news channels, but this was far more exciting: Amy Winehouse was in hospital (which I translated from German – ‘OD’ kind of transcends language barriers), that the Cubs won a match somewhere in the world, that someone was having pesto and potatoes for dinner, and that someone was effing angry. It was great.

As if I did not already have enough ways to waste my time and wile away the hours…

Sophie is thinking she never had so much fun.