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Chapter One
HappinessIsADirtyHashtag
SOMETIMES you just need to stop talking, and right now I should totally take that advice because the airport bartender is givingin particular Bebe is in the bathroo of our journey to spend four days and three nights on Saint Thomas courtesy of KFLK radio in Denver
Myany attention toet these looks a lot I can’t stand silence, it drives abber I’s, I plus things I like, I follow, and I comment
But most of all… I tweet I’ like a little blue bird froht
Even before social irl From my very first year I have been one of those butterflies Yes—I’ my hand up to stop the protests—my very first year Becausea secret intobrother’s ear
And after social irl My bestie, Bebe, and I have this whole social thing down to a science We are the champions of chatter, the proponents of prattle, the backers of blather We are the goddesses of gossip and n this shit We take bubbly optimism to a whole new virtual level Ourthe fairy tale is possible, even if you only get it online
Who needs reality anyway? Reality is being orphaned at thirteen Reality is foster homes and loneliness Reality is a risk ripe for disappointment
But thank God for Bebe and her family They welcoic, I beca and came out the other end not only intact, but better than ever
But back to ertips since they do allon Twitter—it has a mind of its own
And that mind is very dirty
Yes, my name is Grace Kinsella and I’m a filthy tweeter
I can turn a hundred and forty characters into living sex I can string words together in a way that will make you wet your panties with lust I canI am famous for pithy filth
In fact, roup called the Filthy Blue Birds And we’re not the only ones The world of pithy filth is booroups like ours There are legions of shy girls who come alive when faced with the hundred-and-forty-character challenge And there is a very special place online where weeach other to achieve a new level of s