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Gotta love spam

Now I have to wonder, who the hell is doing this shit? I mean really, do they think people will actually click through even if by some miracle the comment makes it past the spam filter?

Well, here’s a few of my favorites (without the links to the porno, sorry, and if you need viagra, go somewhere else):

  • Leallimpelo | patron acceptance pauperismed accoutrement viagra inconceivable r“le scribble housecoat (What the fuck are you saying, man?!)
  • whelawhobby | rush reckon myriad heedful deluge cialis rush (Well, this just sounds terrifying)
  • IcorsnIbrubre | black iron poker slot scaletrix cache creek casino (See above comment, hot poker?) playing cards illegal during middle ages (So how old do you have to be again?)
  • plogypeskelry | rely on up to boyfriend and testament good sense cialis expansive pedagogical (Well I know what I’d do if my boyfriend ever said something like this to me.)
  • ambudrotins | vufjydsawdf
    free anal sex (Do people pay for this often?)

But my all-time favorite is…

Stissismdek | You site very good and interesting . Thanks and sory
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sory
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(Why are you apologizing? For not using spell checker or just spamming the hell out of my blog? A spammer with a conscience, hmmm?)

In conclusion…

All I can say is good luck (and kindly leave me the hell alone).

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God damned porno!

I’m number one, dammit!

I used to be able to type my name into Google and come up number one in the search results. I even beat out a famous field hockey player (if there really is such a thing, the sport must be big outside of America). Yesterday I was number two and now today I’m the third. Third!

What’s the worst part?

I’m getting my ass kicked by “Plump Rumps #3″. What the fuck is the world coming to? The funny part is I had to check it out to make sure I didn’t have an ex playing revenge. I mean, not like I do that sort of thing, but maybe I was drunk… Yeah, no, anyway I have faith that Google will figure out who the real slim is and get my shit back on top (no pun intended).

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OMG, I’m going to freak the fuck out!

Bitch, I didn’t invite you into this conversation…

kick-in-the-headGrrrrrrrr, I am so fucking tired of people stepping in and trying to do my job, trying to tell me how things that I am responsible for are going to be done, and I think I’ll kick the next person who talks over me in a meeting right in the fucking head!

Again, why did they hire me?!

Well, let me tell ya (again). Because I know what the fuck I am doing! (Besides, why didn’t you get the job then, hmmm?) I’d like to show you that I know what I am doing, but you won’t let me. Oh well, maybe someday, I’ll finally get my big break.

Here’s more on my wishlist:

  • Freedom to use my talent as necessary
  • Authority to have control over my responsibilities
  • Others to shut the fuck up and listen

Pretty simple, eh? (I need to be a creative director.)

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Ah, much better

Pills

Everything is comin’ our way

Well, I finally got paid for some freelance work I did over a month ago and I’ve written my rebuttal to give to HR regarding that good, old-fashion bashing someone tried to pass off as a review. I feel much better now with some help from mother’s little yellow pills (Joking really, don’t turn me in and I do not condone drug use. If I do, it doesn’t effect my work anyways. Is beer a drug?).

Now, if I could just get the bank to give me back my money…

Ha, wishful thinking. I would however like to be taken seriously. Is it that I’m a writer or a woman, that people don’t think I have a “real job”? Maybe it’s the “freelance” in freelance writer?

Well, you can come and go as you please, right? Aren’t you working from home yet? You don’t really need to go into the office, do you?

NO! YES! Grrr…

It’s called a “job”. J…O…B. This thing called “job” is somewhere you have to be daily. It’s called accountability people. So next time you want me to take the day off to go “tubin’ down the Truckee”, remember my paycheck pays the bills, and clean up that snot the little darling just wiped on the wall if your going to be home all day.

Then again, where’s the balance?

When do you get to stop and reap the rewards of what you have sewn? When I find out, I’ll let you know…

Three centuries later…

Old Woman Thinking

Hmmm… Still thinking.

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