Filed under: amusement
WordPress tells me the search phrases used to get to my site. 99% of the time, its some dude looking for “panty drawer.” Its fine, I can hang with pervs.
Yesterday, someone got to my site by typing “hot dog in vagina.”
TOO FAR, PEOPLE. TOO FAR.
Filed under: self indulgence
I was compulsively writing for a while there. It felt good. Now… Not so much.
I’m back to having the same issues I always have. I woke up this morning, and dreaded going to work. My life is a series of tasks, very few of which I actually enjoy. Big hunks of my time dedicated to work/drive/shower/sleep/drive/work… I feel like the enjoyable parts of my life are scheduled between the large blocks of shit filling it in. And for?
Money. Money to maintain the arrangement of my life, my belongings, and the health of my animals and myself.
As busy as this keeps me, I feel boxed in. After two months at the new job, I feel like ripping out all of my hair, gluing it to my ass, and running out the door screaming, “I’M A PONY!!!!!!!!!!”
Ponies don’t worry about gas milage. Or if their obnoxious wannabe MILF boss is going to remind them to take out their trash today. Or desire to stab whoever came up with the Massachusetts healthcare system in their motherfuckin’ eye.
Ponies, however, end up wards of the state, and their pets get given away to their families.
