Pastor Steven Furtick

Attention anyone who cares (Mom and Holly):
I have never ever Twittered.  Anything.  Ever.  Yet.
There are a few fake Steven Furtick Twitter accounts out there, so I hear.
Actually, I’ve seen them.  And I’m not sure why anyone would pretend to be me.  I’m very boring.  I don’t say that in a false humility, self-deprecating kind of way.
I say that in a:
I’m-serious-I’m-not-sure-I’m-fun-enough-to-keep-you-interested-in-a-blow-by-blow-of-my-life
kind of way.

Should I ever decide to Twitter, the name my guys registered for me is stevenfurtick.  That’s the real me.  That’s the only real me.
And my updates will probably look more like:
Just drank a Diet Coke.
Just drank another Diet Coke.
Just switched it up-and drank a Diet Mountain Dew…wild and crazy!

In the meantime, all statements claiming to represent my daily activity, such as consuming Red Bull, listening to “The Coldplays”, purchasing new Mark Nasons, and wearing my new Seven For All Mankinds while “getting pumped about Sunday bro-WOOT” are imitations.  I promise.

I may get with the times and join the ranks one day soon.
And you’ll know it’s really me when it’s really, really boring.
See you then. Tweet.