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This is how I do it.

So I got a twitter account the other night. Took me a while to come around, mostly because the whole thing scared/scares me. And baffles me.

Well, no more! Afterall, I'm a dork, and I'm not afraid to use it.

So, the setup, right: bafflement/fear. I'd look at tweetings reposted on people's blogs--heaven forbid actually seeing twitter itself--and be overwhelmed by lotsa @'s and #'s everywhere.

So I ended up getting it, right? Still had no idea what I was doing. Yeah, I know, twitter's fairly simple. Type, tweet, joy.

Except those damn @'s and #'s and RT and #FF and other shit. Not one to be behind the pack, I did what any good dork would.

I googled it. Seriously. On my blackberry, at the laundromat.

And now--3 days later--I'm apparently some kind of burgeoning #twittermonster...? Yay!

Point is, this is the hardcore dork approach. Throw yourself at it, headfirst and giddy, and charge onward. And do your goddamned best.

Brave heart, Tegan.

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