Online Tea Breaks

I forgot to Instagram yesterday so, here is why it is a catastrophe.

You see, first thing in the morning, it would be the usual...Gmail and maybe Facebook to troll around and see who can't sleep the night before. After haunting some friends' pages, it is time to get serious and start answering emails and ladida.

If I need a break or see something funny, out comes my phone and I would spend about 5 minutes reading and tweeting things. Sometimes random just to get the boredom out of my system, you know. Followers, I am sorry for those random tweets that sometimes make absolutely no sense whatsoever. Tweet happens.

Back to work.

When boredom rears its ugly head again, it is time to either tweet something or hit Tumblr and Pinterest. Tumblr and Pinterest brings me the most joy. Nobody knows me there on Tumblr and I can pose as a teenage girl ogling handsome young men there and NOBODY CARES! Liberty. Pinterest...well...because there are many LOL stuff there. Sometimes they make me laugh so loud that I find myself funny. Like...why am I slapping the keyboard like a best-friend who just told me a good joke, right?

Then it is just back to work....ladida....

Bored again? Time to hit Reader...yeah, Google Reader, the source of news and entertainment. If there is nothing there, I open twitter. There is always something on Twitter, the never-ending-source-of-good-and-fake-news.

Most of the time, I do the whole Instagram thing near the end of the day or at night when I can rest of friggin' senses. No wonder I have this 'something is missing' feeling all day today.

Instagram, don't worry, I will be doing you today.

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