The night is young, and I am going to end up in hell.
- January 13th, 2010
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Working on websites is not a easy feat for me. I get bored easily, and distractions seem to come at the worst times so I get nothing done. The worst of them all? When someone comes to me bitching about their “perfect” life. Sorry, I missed something, if you constantly hammer on about how awesome life is then why the FUCK are you bitching about it to me? Usually it has something to do with their relationship on how their significant other doesn’t give them enough attention or something. So they hop online and try to get attention somewhere else. In order to hold my attention for any extended period of time I need 1 thing. Naked pictures, tits are acceptable, full body shot preferred. Unless you are grossly over weight, then fuck off.
So usually it gets to a point where I just ignore them and constantly respond with “yeah”, “heh” or “nice”. They get the hint and finally leave me alone. This time was not the case, instead she kept going on and on and on about something. I can’t remember, I was too busy attempting to find a quick way to end my life to prevent this from happening again. Then it dawned on me, she goes on and on about her husband and how she is a good girl and blah blah blah. I haven’t jacked it yet today so why not try and get some naked pics for when its winding down time. Worst case she gets offended and leaves me alone, best case she sends pics and I help ruin a marriage a little bit at a time.
So I start to prod and ask about personal things. Get some info of what she likes to wear underneath her clothes. I start to get to her and it sounds like things are going to go my way. She talks about dirty things and getting naked. Win, that should have sealed the deal. Wrong, dead wrong. She started to talk about how she would bone me if I show up and her husband is gone. Great, so she is a hypothetical cheater. I have a strong belief that all women are hypothetical cheaters. In the right circumstances anyone would cheat, cause everyone likes sex. Unless your dead, or have morals, which is pretty much the same thing.
So here I am, no pics, nothing done on my websites, and some bitch talking about cheating if the moon was aligned properly with the Hubble telescope and the 4th moon of Juniper.
Fucking aids.
win?
I couldn’t agree more about the hypothetical cheater thing. People are whores.
I agree and have for many years. They way that I put it is simple, “deep down inside all women are whores”. Some just choose to act it out in reality and well some don’t.