During the week I always feel like work and such is making me too busy to do other things I want to do. But then when I get free days, I end up lounging around, listening to 6-year-old podcasts, eating yogurt, spiking my hair up in the mirror, then forcing myself to workout for a bit, then repeating.
Luckily for me, I'm easily entertained. For instance, this is
my profile at ESPN.COM,
I found that awesome picture one day by google image searching the term "fat loser".
Anyway, one of my hobbies is going to the articles on ESPN.com and putting up funny comments or trying to antagonize. The endgame is that someone will bite, look at my profile, and then blast me about the picture or the stuff on there. And finally, it worked!
I was looking at
this article about this South African track athlete who ended up being a hermaphrodite. I added my 2 cents by saying something about how she should work in the porn industry. In response, I received this:
Love it. A positive is that my ESPN account was made back in 2000, so it's pretty old, and people will be more likely to fall for my facade.
I was looking at some websites earlier (you know, the standard educational and political stuff most socialites like me visit) and this ad was on the side:
Getting laid for free? I never thought about that! All these years paying for sex when I could have just gone to this website? I can't believe it, this changes everything. Revolutionary idea.
The worst part about online ads, no matter how stupid they are, like about some guy making $63/hour working from home or stamping envelopes or whatever, they obviously are working. People are falling for them, otherwise these companies couldn't keep buying this ad space. Gullible people out there, I'll tell ya.
I've got this kind of a wish that when I'm really old the doctors will be like, "Alright, you've got some weird disease and like 6 months to live. There's nothing we can do." And then I'll be like, "Alright, sounds good." And then I can sit around and just write some book that will live on for generations or at least confuse a few people. An added bonus would be being in a hospice hooked up to drugs the whole time. Hey, a boy can dream.
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