A little bird says "tweet tweet"

I'm going to the store for some orange juice and a loaf of bread. Not really, but why in the hell would you care if I were? Surely, life has more substance to it than draining your cell battery or even worse, staying glued to a laptop watching the play-by-play on someone's life; or as many would call it, their "tweets". My how I've grown to despise that term. If you ask me(which I'm sure you have and if you haven't, you will), the real victims here are the birds. Yeah, I said it; the birds! Before the untimely creation of Twitter, "tweet" was a word synonymous with the sweet sound of birds chirping. Now look what it's become, a term for a friggin "track me down" website. Who the hell OK'd this?!