Twi-stfm is outed.

So - I'm out of the closet. No, not THAT closet.

The twitarded closet.

It all started rather innocently a few weeks ago when I was home from work at lunch time. I got a notice that there was a package for me at the post office that I had to go pay duty on. I squeed right in the lobby and earned a few "what-the-fuck-is-up-with-that-chick?" looks from an old lady with a walker. So because I have impulse control issues - I left home early, forked over some dough to the Canadian government, and picked up my long sleeved twitarded shirt that I ordered during this whole debacle. I ripped open the package right there in the parking lot, squeed and then drove back to work.

Then I showed it to my coworkers.

Twi-stfm "Hey look what I got in the mail guys!"

Non-twitarded coworker "Umm...that's nice...what the fuck is it?"*

Twi-stfm "What I'm wearing when we all go to New Moon!!"

Non-twitarded coworker "Umm...that's nice...what the fuck is it?"*

Insert conversation here wherein I blab about how funny and fuckawesome Twitarded is.

Non-twitarded coworker, looking at me like I'm somewhat demented "Umm...that's nice."

THAT should have been my hint right THERE that my co-workers weren`t Twitarded kind of people.

So fast forward to this week. The office is all in a frenzy 'cause there's like 30 of us going to see New Moon. Two things happened:

1) A woman at work got her first laptop and I directed her to Twitarded. She`s actually got a sense of humour so she`ll probably like it. I`m not sure she'll do anything but lurk, but at least I might now be able to say "Did ya see that last post from JJ/STY? Fucking hillarious!" That or she'll think I'm demented for liking it.

2) I had to put up with Superfan. Let's name her....um...I dunno Superfan. Superfan is a great co-worker, but is WAY over the top when it comes to Twilight. She's always the one updating us with the latest news, what they're filming now, where Rob is in the world, and she's so fucking fanatical about it. You can't say ANYTHING bad about the precious.

"Did you see those Cannes pictures of the Precious?"

So Superfan has been in all a tizzy this week with organizing our lil outing. She can hardly fucking contain herself. There were a few times when I thought she was going to spontaneously combust into flames from watching all the RPattz interviews.

We were discussing what exactly she was going to after New Moon was over. Her answer? After she finishes planning a new moon dvd release party, she was going to start planning our Eclipse outing.

And that's when I opened my big fucking mouth and said "Yeah, I might be going with some other people from Twitarded somewhere instead of you guys." She was shocked and well, outraged.

"What do you MEAN!??! You don't want to see the precious without me! Smeagol is VERY UPSET!"

So yesterday, we were all standing around teasing her about being in a tizzy again. She literally couldn't concentrate on work. If I had had valium in a spray mister form - I'd have been spritzing her constantly just to calm her the fuck down. She was that over the top. Example? She was planning a game for us to play during dinner. In a nice but busy restaurant. During my steak dinner where I only want to concentrate on meaty goodness.

And then it happened, I apparently went a tad too far in my teasing and provoked the beast. She then morphed from Gollum into, well, a rabid dog in about 2 seconds flat.

Yup - pretty much just like that.

Her response? "Yeah, well, you're just as bad as I am about twilight stuff. You're going with some friends from twitter to see Eclipse."

My co-workers looked at me, horrified. I looked at her horrified. I managed to sputter out a "Yeah, well, it's a blog, not twitter. And it's not for sure. And-I-might-be-going-camping-with-my-husband-that-weekend-anyways." I think they believed me. Superfan - not so much.

So now, I don't think I'm going to wear my twitarded shirt to our outing. I just don't want to deal with people that don't have a sense of humour. It`s not that I`m ashamed of my Twitardedness - I just think they won`t get it. Also, I have to travel with Superfan to our outing as we're carpooling for 30 min. Help!

Don't think that this is what she's wearing. But it's what she needs.

Do you have a Superfan in your life? How the fuck to you deal with them? Do you have any non-twitarded twilight fans? Have your conversion of twilight fans to twitarded fans ever gone awry? Should I wear my shirt or just save it for my next screening of the movie when I'm going solo?

*Okay, she didn't ACTUALLY swear. But I'm re-telling the story and we all know I swear too fucking much.