Like many before me, I recently vowed to delete my Twitter account. It became a routine chore to scroll through the exponential number of subpar thoughts and spam tweets that littered my newsfeed.
I was fully prepared to poke my own eyes out if I had to endure another 140-character anecdote about a Starbucks employee misspelling the Tweeter’s name on her Caramel Ribbon Crunch Frappuccino (complete with a color edited twitpic of the coffee cup).