Ello provides me a space to write in. Like a big space. It's like "Hey write a bunch of shit in me, like, go nuts pretend I'm almost a blog sort of but only read by a select set of people that seem particularly interested in you."
And then I'm like "Ello that was a run-on sentence, seriously, get that under control you can take an editing class at the local community college for peanuts."
Then accusations fly, then I don't know what, there's coffee all over my new shirt and Ello's threatening my mother.