The Internet is For....

The internet. A live source of all things informative, entertaining & communicative. It has transformed the way we do business, the way we meet people, the way we stay in touch. Which for all intents and purposes can either be really really good or really really bad...

The wealth of information at your fingertips.... Good
The ability to stay connected with those far away... Good.
The ability to find any type of music you desire..... All Good.
Even a website dedicated to networking those all over the world.... Good.

Receiving an email entitled "You're so fuckin' hot you make me scream for more ice cubes".... bad..... really, really bad.

Yesterday, I received such a message on MySpace.com from a 41 year old man in Winnipeg. After I threw up a little bit in my mouth, I proceeded to change my privacy settings from public to private.

Part of me is concerned that he may already have the link to this blog and could be possibly reading about how he WHORE-I-FIED me (that's a capital WHORE ...K, so that joke works better when I say it as opposed to reading but you get the drift). At the same time, I don't care... You know he's the guy that needs a new keyboard every month because the keys have become too sticky to use from his incessent spoojing all over. I swear the watermelon dude didn't freak me out as much as this guy's letter....

Yannad Booby... you're not my friend but it does make for a much better term then puking....
So I take it back. I didn't throw up a little in my mouth. I Yannad a little in my mouth and onto my keyboard.

He is obviously is using MySpace not so much as a he is a whore collector (so charmed to know I'm grouped in) and maybe he will find a mate? It is after all, Valentines Day.

One of the lamest greeting card holidays of the year. If I got a day off from work because of this day then it could be something I get behind but flowers? chocolate? a card.... What the hell do i need THAT for? Chocolate makes me fat, flowers die & greeting cards.... well, sorry lack of a better word ... are gay.

Let's turn it into the cash holiday. Slip me a fifty and well, that's something I can celebrate. Course looking at the context of said holiday, accepting money today MAY cause a bit of a stir.
Perhaps just give me money the other 364 days of the year & I can overlook this one time.