This week: Choose your own Twitter-sized BEAW adventure!

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My mind is weedy with words, my peeps. I take dictation from my brain and, damn, it wont let up. Words. All. The. Time. This is probably why I aint no hollaback girl in Twitterland. I crave some hollas back, but that 140-character limit stumps me. Too much like a cocktail party with no food or cocktails, just witty one- or two-liners zinging overhead. Im not saying I dont try. Been trying to Twitter, I have. But the banter flies and Im here transcribing the epic poems in my head and Justi

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