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I recently, as in yesterday, went through my bi-weekly dose of blog angst. This always consists of about twelve hours where blogging appears absolutely pointless to me. I’d have to describe it as apathy from one who never manages to actually be dispassionate about anything. You bloggers know the drill though. These hours we spend typing into the ether could perhaps be spent in a more constructive manner, like constructing the freaking Eiffel Tower or doing more pro bono work, or perhaps finally getting down and dirty with fiction. Alas though, I cannot stop posting for longer than twenty-four hours. That would make me truly addicted, but I think this has to do with a false hope that the grassroots approach will somehow open some possibilities when the self-fulfilling prophecy about the law career commences.
Of course, it is necessary to point out that the existential blogging moment of yesterday had absolutely nothing to do with the whole backlash phenomenon in other corners. Nope, sorry to disappoint for lack of intended effect, but no dice baby. This is more of a general malaise that occurs frequently, but something always causes me to return.
Oddly, this happens at a time when The Demystifying Divas are gaining lots of exposure, mostly of a positive sentiment. Yet the nice thing about the four of us ladies is that we are also individuals, so while we remain a group, some days we’re just lone bloggers rambling about our own respective interests.
Anyhoo, early this morning, I happened upon some sincere praise from the fellow over at Celebrity Cola. Not the usual mush over how hot the toon girl in my banner is, but rather a very sincere compliment that made my writing objectives clear within my noggin. By far, this had a far greater impact than those thousands of extra hits from the recent avalanche from Glenn Reynold’s perverted blogging uncle. This is far better, for it means that at least some of the work here is meeting its plan of action. Anyway, I just wanted to say thanks to this fellow, as well as active readers, fellow bloggers, and all of you damn lurkers. That is all.
I have been invited to a few important functions in the upcoming months. I have been doing a little research as to what type of shitty gift I can bring that is both affordable and as tacky as I am. This is what I found. The way I see it is that people who get shitty gifts should not complain, because I grew up with nothing. Christmas morning, was like any other day, my mom was working a John in the corner of the room while my brothers and I played with mud, and my dirty uncle jerked off…..assholes.
I may not be deaf, but I know all about it. After the prison days, I was put into some pretty fucking annoying community service programs. One of them was washing deaf people. I am not sure why they would have a convict rubbing down these dirty little deaf people, but they did, and I lived to tell about it. After that experience I realized that deaf people have needs too, I mean I fucked 5 of them, and they were pretty good. I guess the only really issue I had was the squawking noises they made when they would cum. Who am I kidding, I lack all skills needed to make a woman cum. I know…who said I was fucking women…. but sorry to break it to you, but that’s just how I roll….
