Myspace

Does anyone actually find that, um, fun? I spent fifteen minutes on Myspace yesterday and about two seconds into it I felt like stabbing myself in a sensitive area with a blunt pencil for even considering getting on that site.

Be that as it may, I plowed through that nonsense because there are just too many girlies and hot girlie pictures that I would not have access to were I not a member of that marker of mass stupidity.

This is my sexy Myspace picture.

I throw many sexy myspace parties (well, I plan to. I haven't yet, but I just joined so cut me some slack. I'm a very busy dude, you know, working out and flexing in front of the mirror and all), so if you're ready to party sexy-like, hit me up on there. My abs have their own agent, so if you want to party with them, you'll have to call their agency first. Sorry, but those are the rules.

So, here's the deal

As it turns out, it's probably best to focus one's blog energies on one specific area of interest and refine your content for some semblance of cohesion to a reader. Not to my surprise, I've run into some troubles focusing on any specific area. I find my mind wandering from sports, to politics, to wasteful celebritard gossip, and as per my original intention spew it all out here basically as unfiltered as it comes into my head. One of the downsides to this, of course, is inevtiably that there is almost no direction to this written junkyard of the internet, and as such, will be almost impossible for anyone to follow, unless you're me.

But you're not. And that's probably for the best.

Perhaps, at some point in time, I'll find the desire and stamina to write to a specific end, but until that time comes, this is as good as it's going to get. Current events, news, sports, sex, celebrity, gossip, and general nonsense that fills my days will fill this screen.

I'm fully aware that a person of any intellect whatsoever will have, as they should, absolutely no desire or reason to read anything as wasteful and inept as this. As such, I do not expect anyone to read it. These words are nothing more than a half-hearted, random, incomplete online journal of my meandering existence. My head is not somewhere the weak minded should attempt to trudge through, as there are times I cannot even escape the banal mainstream desires that bounce through my gord.

Maybe I'll write or link something funny tomorrow. Today seems entriely non-productive.

Lady, will you shut the hell up!

I'm greatful that i've been so lucky as to have been chosen to receive two free iPod nanos. I really am. Against all odds, I've been chosen to receive them hundreds of times over the last few weeks. As lucky as I'm running, I should play the lotto, or do a stripper without a jimmy cap.

But does that annoying broad have to keep yelling out of my speakers about it? I didn't want your damn iPods then, I sure as hell don't want them now, and I won't in the future, because you're a lying pile of refuse with no intentions of following through on your clever advertising ruse. Asses.

You win the assbag prize as the most annoying advertisement ever.

Congrats.

Typical

It's late, I'm tired, and I need to sleep. Before I can rest peacefully I've got to vent. This rant goes out to all the fucktards who say, "Opinions are like assholes, everyone's got 'em" and then end their statement there, as if that's the complete saying. It should be continued to its proper ending, "...and nobody wants to hear yours!" By stopping short with the ending you classify yourself as a dolt to anyone with more than sixty-two functioning neurons. You sound like Biff Tannen, only dumber because you aren't scripted. Idiot. That being said, I'm going to make like a tree and get out of here.