I’m going to miss him. At least I hope it’s a him, because I’m in love. I’m not a huge fan of Twitter, but I met my soul mate there. And I know he loves me, too. Allow me to introduce you to Wandering Mark.
Famous hiker. Winner of 37 ethics violations. So sorry about my mistress that I’m marrying her. Promised to serve only three terms and now running for a fourth. Appalachian Trail
Wandering Mark has an excellent sense of humor sarcasm and I adore a witty man. If he happens to wear a uniform, all the better. I’m wondering is if he’ll continue to tweet me sweet nothings now that his favorite topic of discussion is firmly ensconced as S.C. District 1’s new congressman, thanks to his bewildering rabid herd of lemmings supporters. How long will I have to wait to hear his chirpings in my Twitterfeed? Dare I hold out hope that the object of his scorn will continue to provide fodder for his missives? Wandering Mark, tweepheart, don’t abandon me.