Into the Twittersphere!

Oh, Twitter. I really hope I'm not using you to randomly brag about my unexceptional life. But I probably am.

If we can't Twitter, we don't exist!

If the above video hasn't scared you away, I'm @OnHerToes. Feel free to follow.

My blogging's been lacking this week. Two days of sick-day blahness is partly to blame. But I'm back in fighting form, save for the lunch-hour gluttony that is now trying to lull me into a coma. But that's the hot roast-turkey sandwich at work, not the flu.

For those of you trying to keep pace with my writing life elsewhere:

• I discovered a new lip gloss last week. Yes, this is important news. To me.
• Jennifer Love Hewitt and Jamie Kennedy love each other. Apparently. Weird.
• Natasha Richardson went skiing in Quebec. You know the rest. Tragic. (Aside: I once skied in Quebec. On a beginner hill. With an instructor. And no helmet. Could've been anyone.)
• Charlie Sheen + twin boys = One and two-half men?
• Project Runway's Kenley Collins hit her sleeping ex-fiancé with her cat. Crime at its best. (P.S. I want to be on Project Runway. Desperately.)
• PostSecret is amazing. Because people's deepest and darkest secrets are often quite universal. I mean, girls, how many of us HAVEN'T had this Lost discussion?

I'm off to the parental unit's place for the weekend. It's tax season, and I'm trying to make sense of the freelancing chaos that is my life. I will self-medicate with my mother's home-cooking.

Seacrest out.