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| Well, the votes are finally tallied. You're looking at the best Jokefile of 2008! And to all the little people I stepped to get here, wipe yourself off, I want a clean path this year too.
Well, I don't know about anybody else, but I will probably take this site too seriously for a week, get insomnia, hate myself for a couple of days, and start over again. From the looks of things, I'm not the minority.
Just to get this out of the way, I know most won't see this, but hey, it's worth a shot. Fakers, scammers, and general bastards. Yes, we have them. No, making a replica profile adding a 1 to name does not help. When it comes to these people, I find myself in a dilemma. "If I report them, they will go away, but they do have a porn star's picture spread up, making for easy access to cinemax quality porn. Decisions, decisions."
By the way, if everyone's so hung up on verifying one's identity with pics, why does every scammer have pics? Does that just make the rest of us lazy scammers?
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Because I'll probably forget otherwise: happy festivus you deranged sexual deviants you. |
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New observation: people are spending time and effort to type profiles longer than the Tokyo phonebook and then decide to make it black text on a black background. I've seen a few giant white boxes and two that were pink, but black on black is the most popular.
Why do you do this? If the point of the damn thing is to be read so the rest of us might actually talk to you, then why in God's name would you do this? What misfired synapse causes you to think this was a good idea? Do you in your spare time write novels and then dunk them in bleach? Then stop it. |
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Happy end of the world day! Wooo! |
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Hmm, my last journal was a year and a half ago? And on that note, boredom has finally gotten me to the point of actually typing something.
Coming off of a lonely Valentines Day, I ask myself "Dispo, why am I lonely on this, the third overmarketed once Christian holiday on the calendar?" And to that I answer. Other people suck. I know other people. Did they send a card, call me, or invite me to go to Friday the 13th? Nope.
Holidays in general are getting worse every year, but now I'm realizing how bad as the year goes on. I blame the retail industry. |
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Well, it's finally happened.
You know who you are.
The old "insult'n'block"... Well played, you sad sad girl, well played. If you ever wonder why you will die depressed and alone, doing bullshit like that was probably a sizable factor. May you get trampled by a cow, BITTER. |
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Hey all...
It's another day, and another journal entry... Topic of the night is "Why the hell is no one interested in my age group?"
Every girl on this site, from 18 to 80, wants a middle aged dude. I don't get it. When I hear that they want that, the first thing that pops in my head is Al Bundy. Do you girls really want to go home to THAT?
I don't really think you do. But half the time, that's what you'll get. The other half, who knows. All I know is that I'm not wrinkly, in debt, or going through a midlife crisis.
All I'm saying is don't overlook the younger dudes. What we don't have in experience, we make up for in creativity. Experience only leads to ruts, and those are never good... |
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Well, it's time again to write in this thing...
I have come to the conclusion that if there is one word that could be banned from CM, it's the word "doormat". Holy Christ, it's in every slave profile I've come across. Yes, you're not doormats, you're people, can we please move on?
Because of this, I'm setting out a challenge to anybody who's willing to do this: You (or your owned, if that's your circumstance) have to post a picture, nude, on the ground, with "welcome" tattooed on your ass (the bigger the letters, the better), people standing on top of you optional.
Now I just have to figure out a good prize... |
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I'm confused.
It's midnight, I'm home from work, and the only thought in my head is about people on this site. Two people in particular. One's a girl, and the other's a guy. All things considered, it would not be a big deal. It shouldn't, except they want me. The girl I like, and do want, but she lives in Togo. Get your hands off those search buttons. The dude actually lives in my state, and wants me, and here is where I learned my first lesson about this site. It's damn annoying to tell someone off if they think you're just talking dirty. "Get bent." "With pleasure." Oi vey, I need an aspirin. Okay, I appearantly need to set this straight: I only want girls. I'd only like you that way if you have a pussy and a pulse. And the pulse is optional. And before anyone asks, yes, doing it without having to hear her complain was TOTALLY worth the community service. That about does it for now. |
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I think I made a slave cry.
This is as fitting a first journal entry as anything else I could put down. Friday night, There was a person who had a crappy, overdone profile, complete with a google search gymnast picture. Two hours later, said user changed their profile, declaring any and all users "Sick and twisted f***s" (I'm not looking to get modded on my first journal entry). Now, I might be a sick and twisted f***, but that was long before I came here, and I'll be damned if I'm going to let some whiny bitch call me that now based soley on me being on some website. I called her a whiny bitch, and said her profile sucked. She closes her acount two minutes after she read my mails. It was probably a coincidence, but I think of a victory as a victory no matter the circumstance. Yay me. |
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