Bisted

Finally got back after a hard week of studies for the last week of semester.
Just exams to go now, so I'm looking for some wood to touch.
Sociology shouldn't be too much trouble but Useless Ideas might prove more difficult.
I just know they're going to chuck psychobloodyanalysis at us.
They thought I was being trivial in the last tute (exam prep) when I said I had a long list of women I'd like to shag and my mother wasn't on it.
Didn't get as far as my list of blokes I'd like to kill.
However, I was asked to perform my occasional musical number:

This is the story of Oedipus Rex
He was a guy with a big complex
Killed his Pa, married his Ma
That's a ten dollar fine in Arkansas

Decided I should start one of those micro-blog things like Twitter.
But confined to cynical old farts like me.
(The recent cold weather and rain storms have obviously brought out the worst.)
Anyway ... this micro-blog is to be called "Bisted".
If you use both it and the aforementioned, you can be both Twitter and Bisted.