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How Twitter has changed your marriage?

... The working title was called for an article I should write for a few days ago, published 4010 magazine. This is me - no one really amazing - slipped fairly liquid into the keyboard. Finally I could make my heart a little air.

And now you can also read about him here - but not so beautiful, "mockup" and even with all the spelling errors.
Happy hunting.

***


How has Twitter changed your marriage?

long time, nobody knew on Twitter that we - and @ @ litchi7 deterrent devices - are married. We have not concealed, but also not a big deal hanged. Meanwhile, there is
but few know what influenced our Twitter-term behavior. Could you previously undisturbed going on about the other are now at risk from the exposure of any embarrassment in front of an entire community. @ Schlenzalot devoted to us once a Tweet, who was in spirit this way: "A lot of the tweets are funny when you know that the two are married."
latest, there was caution. Kick one of us now in a larger than life faux pas, one crying now - or write it if necessary by force last in the sand and makes use of sign language: "Woe to you twitterst that! I'm serious! " Frankly, I suspect now that these are the last words I'll even breathe out on my death bed. If I'm lucky, there is from this moment will not also a twitpic.
That is of course far from that of the other stops the Tweet-ban. While @ deterrent devices is generally little embarrassing, @ litchi7 has a residual dignity preserved. Some things slip by, because we read every tweet or faves actually not the other. There is a nasty surprise at some point greater when you realize that 15,000 followers have known for a week that you had woken up after a wild party in his own bed aberrant puddle is. (This is of course an extreme example, never happened ... not honest, Mom.)

Many Tweets are based in fact not based on real events - but they sound like this. Or they belong to someone else.
I remember a specific tweet @ deterrent devices, in which involved unpleasant toilet habits of a colleague. Unfortunately, he was formulated to think that you could, I would have been. I ranted, screamed, "Oh great - now all think, do you mean me," howled and threatened his laptop from the balcony on the 5th to take stock, to soften @ deterrent devices are allowed and actually deleted the tweet. But what really makes little sense when the first Favsternchen sticks to it.

course competition is an issue. I @ deterrent devices in Favs and Followerzahlen in this life will no longer seek is beyond question. But if you live together and spend a lot of time together, but then turns on some Tweets the issue of copyright. Nothing brings me as quickly and reliably on the palm, as the assertion of her husband, my Pops-Tweet would actually be from him. And vice versa. Just as bad - if he collects from me processed throwaway remark in a tweet and for hundreds of Favs. This happened with an SMS that I sent him to inform him that his stolen wallet was found in a dustbin. The Wallet had, besides his fee in cash and various cards, also includes his old driver's license. Everything else was a bitter loss, but at the driver's license and above all the incredible photo, which shows @ pingers with pale-pubescent 15 years - with which he identifies in an emergency but still - that's why we were very grieved. The image can heal the lame, the blind see again. Maybe it's vice versa. The really amazing thing is that it has been increasingly recognized as identification even though it does not antagonize @ similar as Brigitte Mira. So I wrote
overjoyed, "Your wallet has been found. On your driver's license photo of the thief has a post-it with "LOL!" . Glued "@ deterrent devices made it his tweet:" wallet thief has at least sent me my papers back. On my driver's license photo is a Post-it hung with "LOL !!!"." homes and to date for a 184 Favs. I could still bite in the butt.

public will help but is known also to point out deficiencies. Why suffer alone, and his mouth to speak fuzzy when a well-placed Tweet can quickly remedy the situation? Quasi husband education through Twitter. "Someone here actually manages his blue toothpaste mouth always on the white towel to wipe off white foam but on the black." Or: "Ancient Secret Knowledge, which is passed only among women: "toilet paper roll changes" and "open dishwasher loaded and". Seems almost as fast and reliable as a compound under current cattle fence.
Finally, you can also reassure about Twitter, of course, the mutual affection. "Love is ... to lie awake, because he is not there. (And if he is there to not sleep because he snored in my ear.) "And these are ultimately the most tweets.

12 Lombardi Trophies Replicas

How Twitter has changed your marriage?

... The working title was called for an article I should write for a few days ago, published 4010 magazine. This is me - no one really amazing - slipped fairly liquid into the keyboard. Finally I could make my heart a little air.

And now you can also read about him here - but not so beautiful, "mockup" and even with all the spelling errors.
Happy hunting.

***


How has Twitter changed your marriage?

long time, nobody knew on Twitter that we - and @ @ litchi7 deterrent devices - are married. We have not concealed, but also not a big deal hanged. Meanwhile, there is
but few know what influenced our Twitter-term behavior. Could you previously undisturbed going on about the other are now at risk from the exposure of any embarrassment in front of an entire community. @ Schlenzalot devoted to us once a Tweet, who was in spirit this way: "A lot of the tweets are funny when you know that the two are married."
latest, there was caution. Kick one of us now in a larger than life faux pas, one crying now - or write it if necessary by force last in the sand and makes use of sign language: "Woe to you twitterst that! I'm serious! " Frankly, I suspect now that these are the last words I'll even breathe out on my death bed. If I'm lucky, there is from this moment will not also a twitpic.
That is of course far from that of the other stops the Tweet-ban. While @ deterrent devices is generally little embarrassing, @ litchi7 has a residual dignity preserved. Some things slip by, because we read every tweet or faves actually not the other. There is a nasty surprise at some point greater when you realize that 15,000 followers have known for a week that you had woken up after a wild party in his own bed aberrant puddle is. (This is of course an extreme example, never happened ... not honest, Mom.)

Many Tweets are based in fact not based on real events - but they sound like this. Or they belong to someone else.
I remember a specific tweet @ deterrent devices, in which involved unpleasant toilet habits of a colleague. Unfortunately, he was formulated to think that you could, I would have been. I ranted, screamed, "Oh great - now all think, do you mean me," howled and threatened his laptop from the balcony on the 5th to take stock, to soften @ deterrent devices are allowed and actually deleted the tweet. But what really makes little sense when the first Favsternchen sticks to it.

course competition is an issue. I @ deterrent devices in Favs and Followerzahlen in this life will no longer seek is beyond question. But if you live together and spend a lot of time together, but then turns on some Tweets the issue of copyright. Nothing brings me as quickly and reliably on the palm, as the assertion of her husband, my Pops-Tweet would actually be from him. And vice versa. Just as bad - if he collects from me processed throwaway remark in a tweet and for hundreds of Favs. This happened with an SMS that I sent him to inform him that his stolen wallet was found in a dustbin. The Wallet had, besides his fee in cash and various cards, also includes his old driver's license. Everything else was a bitter loss, but at the driver's license and above all the incredible photo, which shows @ pingers with pale-pubescent 15 years - with which he identifies in an emergency but still - that's why we were very grieved. The image can heal the lame, the blind see again. Maybe it's vice versa. The really amazing thing is that it has been increasingly recognized as identification even though it does not antagonize @ similar as Brigitte Mira. So I wrote
overjoyed, "Your wallet has been found. On your driver's license photo of the thief has a post-it with "LOL!" . Glued "@ deterrent devices made it his tweet:" wallet thief has at least sent me my papers back. On my driver's license photo is a Post-it hung with "LOL !!!"." homes and to date for a 184 Favs. I could still bite in the butt.

public will help but is known also to point out deficiencies. Why suffer alone, and his mouth to speak fuzzy when a well-placed Tweet can quickly remedy the situation? Quasi husband education through Twitter. "Someone here actually manages his blue toothpaste mouth always on the white towel to wipe off white foam but on the black." Or: "Ancient Secret Knowledge, which is passed only among women: "toilet paper roll changes" and "open dishwasher loaded and". Seems almost as fast and reliable as a compound under current cattle fence.
Finally, you can also reassure about Twitter, of course, the mutual affection. "Love is ... to lie awake, because he is not there. (And if he is there to not sleep because he snored in my ear.) "And these are ultimately the most tweets.

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She dies but not least.


(Göhren on Ruegen, June 11, 2010)

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She dies but not least.


(Göhren on Ruegen, June 11, 2010)

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order at 29.05. no one in front of closed doors, is here again the announcement - we read in Cologne now one hour earlier.
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zwanzichuhr. And
schongarnichteinundzwanzichuhr.




Ichfreumich.

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all different. Especially earlier.

order at 29.05. no one in front of closed doors, is here again the announcement - we read in Cologne now one hour earlier.
neunzehnuhr So. Not
zwanzichuhr. And
schongarnichteinundzwanzichuhr.




Ichfreumich.

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J'adore Dior.

Berlin. Alexanderplatz. Perfume department Kaufhof.

Do not stop ... take a look around ... and not take you even more for nothing ... or you drop the Dior make-up comedy duo in their hands.

All this good advice yesterday, I ignored, lost in thought as I tested lipsticks on my hand. And promptly, so suddenly as if he had materialized out of a cloud face powder, is suddenly a mountain of a man in front of me. Dressed completely in black, trimmed mustache upper lip, back gelled hair and ... a gold bracelet. "Ah ... can ... help severally Mademoiselle?" His accent is about as original as that of French Pepe le Pew or a snap & back-croissant. Max Weber would have if this ideal type in the tears of emotion canthus. "But first tell me please," and steps closer, lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper - without the accent - "... because the weather is like outside so many people come in here who say it would become so cold? ... " I am short perplexed, but then willingly give information and think about when they have probably left him the last time before the door. Last summer? Will he probably pushed every night to sleep in one of the large drawers to their lipsticks?
It approaches a probably more solvent-looking customer, against which they trade me promptly. But not without me quite motherly to press a couple of paper towels in hand. "Take two, Mademoiselle, as they say in advertising! Night!" Well at least he has not "Madame," said. Before she can escape, he grabs the somewhat mousy woman, pushes her onto his chair and pumps it into the correct position. Her face is with the floodlighting of o2 arena lit. She giggles like a nun in the semi-annual gynecological visit. A young man rushing he calls for "Young man, let the make-up but also times of mirrr ...!" Wow, I think - from the make-up artists can not even really cliché. He talked shop about the same even now breaking in upon us premiere of "Sex and the City II". The customer chuckles again. "Oh, this is still a really good evening!" My friend, the mountain - sorry, le mont - highly concentrated around a brush to it. "Voilà! Take a look ...," he shouts, and turns his chair swinging to the mirror. "Oh, that's wonderful!" is all that they still can breathe out. It followed by the obligatory chuckle. "Yes - also indigenous Makeup Artiste am!" He noted in his Selbstverzückung not even know that this statement could also be interpreted as follows: "In your face 15/08 pot, it needs a true artist to get the best."

I crouch in front of a screen and try between the three lipstick colors "Model Mauve," "Runway Red" or "Backstage Pink" to decide, as I discovered, unfortunately, the female counterpart of the makeup of Rembrandt. A middle-aged woman, dressed entirely in black also. Around her neck she wears a small gold magnifying glass. "Can I help you?" "Yes ... well ... I try different tones between the right to find it for me ... "She looks me focused and I'm waiting actually already out that it is the monocle caught the eye. (" Relativity! superstring theory! Ridiculous! I have this WOMAN sold the matching lipstick! ")" Let me think ... how is your perfect lipstick for this wonder-be-full of next summer? "" Uh. So I do not tan so much. I am more likely ... beige. "Beige. Oh how beautiful! You know, this is our High Shine product. Since we have not docked as many color pigments (!), He does so not as strong, but he shines even more. Very advantageous. If you are looking for this summer, a lipstick that is a bit strikes, take a little redder highlights of your precious ... type ... "I simulate cough to suppress a laugh and tear on much the same reason the eyes. Do not laugh laugh. Niiiicht ..." Well, if you mean. "" Oh, yes. Now imagine ... the unbearable summer heat ... ... the sun burns from the sky ... a vacation in St. Tropez ... then you think about this here ... "She pulls a lip gloss from the display and paints himself a line on the back of the hand. Hochglanzfeuerwehrautorot. Pretty much the last thing I would apply voluntarily ... but totally shines pretty ... I'm not totally averse and how to impress always totally easy. "The deep blue sea ... Her long, dark hair flutters in the wind ... "At least now I secretly look at any hidden cameras ... They put a hand on his arm." I would almost say you were born for this gloss! "She looks at me intently. I tear your eyes even more and pinch me sneak into the side so as not loszuprusten still
Welcome to the School of Munchausen Bullshit Verkaufsgesprächführing I think of the saying.. "If you want to build a ship ... then the desire to awaken the sea.. "Wow -. now they try to adapt well to 1:1 for lipstick" Well, that shines but ... uh ... thank you ... remember I am definitely "me nods encouragingly." May I anything will do for you? No? I accompany You just to another, more hidden cash, you can shorten the waiting process. A corresponding Zück-en-to, Zau-ber-way-s evening! "Stands When paying, the solvent-mousy customer before me, now slightly pale under her makeup as she observed the cashier in how they have a considerable number of pots and Tiegelchen scans
have for my Sechsundzwanzigfeurofünzig I get a really great show offered -.. and it was the lipstick quasi gartis to
(? What was now only have the color of the gloss)

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J'adore Dior.

Berlin. Alexanderplatz. Perfume department Kaufhof.

Do not stop ... take a look around ... and not take you even more for nothing ... or you drop the Dior make-up comedy duo in their hands.

All this good advice yesterday, I ignored, lost in thought as I tested lipsticks on my hand. And promptly, so suddenly as if he had materialized out of a cloud face powder, is suddenly a mountain of a man in front of me. Dressed completely in black, trimmed mustache upper lip, back gelled hair and ... a gold bracelet. "Ah ... can ... help severally Mademoiselle?" His accent is about as original as that of French Pepe le Pew or a snap & back-croissant. Max Weber would have if this ideal type in the tears of emotion canthus. "But first tell me please," and steps closer, lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper - without the accent - "... because the weather is like outside so many people come in here who say it would become so cold? ... " I am short perplexed, but then willingly give information and think about when they have probably left him the last time before the door. Last summer? Will he probably pushed every night to sleep in one of the large drawers to their lipsticks?
It approaches a probably more solvent-looking customer, against which they trade me promptly. But not without me quite motherly to press a couple of paper towels in hand. "Take two, Mademoiselle, as they say in advertising! Night!" Well at least he has not "Madame," said. Before she can escape, he grabs the somewhat mousy woman, pushes her onto his chair and pumps it into the correct position. Her face is with the floodlighting of o2 arena lit. She giggles like a nun in the semi-annual gynecological visit. A young man rushing he calls for "Young man, let the make-up but also times of mirrr ...!" Wow, I think - from the make-up artists can not even really cliché. He talked shop about the same even now breaking in upon us premiere of "Sex and the City II". The customer chuckles again. "Oh, this is still a really good evening!" My friend, the mountain - sorry, le mont - highly concentrated around a brush to it. "Voilà! Take a look ...," he shouts, and turns his chair swinging to the mirror. "Oh, that's wonderful!" is all that they still can breathe out. It followed by the obligatory chuckle. "Yes - also indigenous Makeup Artiste am!" He noted in his Selbstverzückung not even know that this statement could also be interpreted as follows: "In your face 15/08 pot, it needs a true artist to get the best."

I crouch in front of a screen and try between the three lipstick colors "Model Mauve," "Runway Red" or "Backstage Pink" to decide, as I discovered, unfortunately, the female counterpart of the makeup of Rembrandt. A middle-aged woman, dressed entirely in black also. Around her neck she wears a small gold magnifying glass. "Can I help you?" "Yes ... well ... I try different tones between the right to find it for me ... "She looks me focused and I'm waiting actually already out that it is the monocle caught the eye. (" Relativity! superstring theory! Ridiculous! I have this WOMAN sold the matching lipstick! ")" Let me think ... how is your perfect lipstick for this wonder-be-full of next summer? "" Uh. So I do not tan so much. I am more likely ... beige. "Beige. Oh how beautiful! You know, this is our High Shine product. Since we have not docked as many color pigments (!), He does so not as strong, but he shines even more. Very advantageous. If you are looking for this summer, a lipstick that is a bit strikes, take a little redder highlights of your precious ... type ... "I simulate cough to suppress a laugh and tear on much the same reason the eyes. Do not laugh laugh. Niiiicht ..." Well, if you mean. "" Oh, yes. Now imagine ... the unbearable summer heat ... ... the sun burns from the sky ... a vacation in St. Tropez ... then you think about this here ... "She pulls a lip gloss from the display and paints himself a line on the back of the hand. Hochglanzfeuerwehrautorot. Pretty much the last thing I would apply voluntarily ... but totally shines pretty ... I'm not totally averse and how to impress always totally easy. "The deep blue sea ... Her long, dark hair flutters in the wind ... "At least now I secretly look at any hidden cameras ... They put a hand on his arm." I would almost say you were born for this gloss! "She looks at me intently. I tear your eyes even more and pinch me sneak into the side so as not loszuprusten still
Welcome to the School of Munchausen Bullshit Verkaufsgesprächführing I think of the saying.. "If you want to build a ship ... then the desire to awaken the sea.. "Wow -. now they try to adapt well to 1:1 for lipstick" Well, that shines but ... uh ... thank you ... remember I am definitely "me nods encouragingly." May I anything will do for you? No? I accompany You just to another, more hidden cash, you can shorten the waiting process. A corresponding Zück-en-to, Zau-ber-way-s evening! "Stands When paying, the solvent-mousy customer before me, now slightly pale under her makeup as she observed the cashier in how they have a considerable number of pots and Tiegelchen scans
have for my Sechsundzwanzigfeurofünzig I get a really great show offered -.. and it was the lipstick quasi gartis to
(? What was now only have the color of the gloss)

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happen here because nothing about? Because even I'm speechless

But, . but I can make such great self-promotion

times I watch.



Although I do before each reading, ask - with wet hands and a frantic pulse - "Why have you promised stupid nuts because you could now so much involved in peace on the sofa and eat something unhealthy," I could here but not refuse. And not just because I was the organizer did, but because I @ DerGrobe asked so nice. (. And woe to he now claims otherwise)





I am especially proud that I have invited Uli and Wolfgang to sneeze - after all we ever read together and they know exactly what to expect. The poor guys. Again, I would read with excitement too fast and sweat a seat pad, build, however, that I do not understand the Swabians are too polite but eh, not to clap.

I will read again the same old stuff? - Of course. But with a different emphasis.

Character Recommendation For Community Service

happen here because nothing about? Because even I'm speechless

But, . but I can make such great self-promotion

times I watch.



Although I do before each reading, ask - with wet hands and a frantic pulse - "Why have you promised stupid nuts because you could now so much involved in peace on the sofa and eat something unhealthy," I could here but not refuse. And not just because I was the organizer did, but because I @ DerGrobe asked so nice. (. And woe to he now claims otherwise)





I am especially proud that I have invited Uli and Wolfgang to sneeze - after all we ever read together and they know exactly what to expect. The poor guys. Again, I would read with excitement too fast and sweat a seat pad, build, however, that I do not understand the Swabians are too polite but eh, not to clap.

I will read again the same old stuff? - Of course. But with a different emphasis.

Pokemon Silber Lösung

...


(Found in Nassau Neue Presse, 6.2.2010)

Somehow she reminds me a bit at the suggestion of Billy Crystal in "When Harry Met Sally," but the death notices in the same category "Housing" to place: "But, really, what's so hard about finding an apartment What you do is look in the obituary section You see who died?. find out where they lived, and tip the doorman. What they could do to make it easier is combine the two. You know, Mr. Kline died yesterday, leaving behind a wife, two children, and a spacious three bedroom apartment with a wood burning fireplace. "

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...


(Found in Nassau Neue Presse, 6.2.2010)

Somehow she reminds me a bit at the suggestion of Billy Crystal in "When Harry Met Sally," but the death notices in the same category "Housing" to place: "But, really, what's so hard about finding an apartment What you do is look in the obituary section You see who died?. find out where they lived, and tip the doorman. What they could do to make it easier is combine the two. You know, Mr. Kline died yesterday, leaving behind a wife, two children, and a spacious three bedroom apartment with a wood burning fireplace. "

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In the shop she was sure the last time (Or, if PC does not hurt.)

at the counter of our small supermarket around the corner. The cashier only indicated on the amount in the display and waved us goodbye as in Berlin many teeth barely apart get, we make ourselves but share any thoughts about it while we still store our purchases, approaching the next client -.. a little older, red short hair cut - and speaks quickly and loudly to the cashier. "... yes, yes, but that's too much. Do you understand as much need yes I do not know ... maybe you could do time ... "The clerk gestured helplessly, suggests that he has no voice of customer affected." Oh. Yes. Hm, you can not talk, eh? I'm so - uh ... "Suddenly she cries loudly and exuberantly: "...- but I find it quite, quite mad that people like you here may also work! Very, very nice I think that "They formed each word exaggerated by mouth and nodded encouragingly. In" people like you "freeze a pretty much blood in my veins. While I'm thinking" Wait a minute .. . I've talked already with him ... but can usually speak correctly ...", begins the market staff back to gesticulate and draw in pantomime filigree work after a throat infection. The customer is paddling back painful affect: "You can actually yes ... but oh so ... yes ... but if you could not, then I would find that ... well ... very, very great if people here as well arb ... uh ...". In no time she picks her clothes off the line and leave, ducking his head at warp speed the store. At the same time, I imagine, as the cashier of the store manager writes on a blackboard: "This was already the 23rd as I'm concerned I drag the rest of the day boxes, but please do not send me back to the cash register!"

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In the shop she was sure the last time (Or, if PC does not hurt.)

at the counter of our small supermarket around the corner. The cashier only indicated on the amount in the display and waved us goodbye as in Berlin many teeth barely apart get, we make ourselves but share any thoughts about it while we still store our purchases, approaching the next client -.. a little older, red short hair cut - and speaks quickly and loudly to the cashier. "... yes, yes, but that's too much. Do you understand as much need yes I do not know ... maybe you could do time ... "The clerk gestured helplessly, suggests that he has no voice of customer affected." Oh. Yes. Hm, you can not talk, eh? I'm so - uh ... "Suddenly she cries loudly and exuberantly: "...- but I find it quite, quite mad that people like you here may also work! Very, very nice I think that "They formed each word exaggerated by mouth and nodded encouragingly. In" people like you "freeze a pretty much blood in my veins. While I'm thinking" Wait a minute .. . I've talked already with him ... but can usually speak correctly ...", begins the market staff back to gesticulate and draw in pantomime filigree work after a throat infection. The customer is paddling back painful affect: "You can actually yes ... but oh so ... yes ... but if you could not, then I would find that ... well ... very, very great if people here as well arb ... uh ...". In no time she picks her clothes off the line and leave, ducking his head at warp speed the store. At the same time, I imagine, as the cashier of the store manager writes on a blackboard: "This was already the 23rd as I'm concerned I drag the rest of the day boxes, but please do not send me back to the cash register!"