I officially tried to get my whore card stamped for social media. I’m trying how to amplify shit on wordpress. This is an experiment. It may be an epic fail. If I host or share other blogs my blog might get shared on other sites. So, this is test number one for social media whore blow jobs in internet land. Tomorrow, and the next few days weird shit will pop up from other people as I host their blog. I think some people will just delete me for being a nuisance. Which is cool. I write on facebook for like twenty close friends. Otherwise, I would abandon it and go totally into the land of blogging for strangers. But, I love my bitches on facebook. I will always keep it up to date before other sites.
One day I’m going to get a nasty email from Amanda Hall and I’m going to piss my pants in delight. Also, mark lewison will probably find out I ragged him for being the world’s worst possible lay. Playdoh. I know the linda marris blog started from his random mean diss on my post about being bi-polar. It’s only fair to know I understand why he would be a dick. If I was a dude, and I had his dick, I would be a random mean cocksucker too.
My mom knows I call all my cousins mongoloids. I just wish I could show pictures. Dude, you have to know that they really do look like they have an extra gene. I know that it’s a ballsy move to go public in a small town. I’m fucking bored. I will host strange new blogs and maybe some of them will be good. Or we can just laugh because I linked you to bad techno. I don’t know what will happen. I just know that the girls from our class have had some of the best fucking discussions because I had the balls to use names. I’m glad someone did it. I try things like misspelling. Sometimes, I just can’t spell.
I looked on my real face book page and saw that darryl cox went from the hottest piece of football flesh to some man that looks like he ate that fat cheerleader wife. Part of the fun of being a media slut is being mean enough to say what everyone is thinking. I did get the urge to message david jayson. Then I realized he would still be embarrassed that we had a relationship. I would taint his good name with my memories of him hiding playboys behind his bedpost. I did want him to have the chance to know the real me. Should I do it? Should I fuck with him and send him a friend’s request? After all these years could he still be interested in the girl he tried to explain how men whack off to? Fuck yeah, I’m gonna do it.
As of today, this whole blog is totally open to the public. No more friends only. If the nemesis I have achieved want to read my work it’s all there. each and every incriminating word. I think it’s time to go whore. To go whore all the way. There is a message to tell. If they take the time to read it, holy shit they have too much time. If they start at this point. It’s a whole new chapter. I warned my mom the mongoloids may try to burn the house down. We have insurance. As long as we can afford fire coverage then fuck yeah, let’s unleash some secrets and share stories.
I may even get hate mail. If I get hate mail from katie masterson I swear I will stand in the road and scream victory. I also bashed in tonya riddlesworth’s mailbox because her sister was such a bitch. Mission one, post this blog public. Mission two, send david jayson a friends request. Mission three, announce on my ‘real blog’ that all the good shit is up for reading just like the national enquirer. I know all three actions move me up a notch towards total cunt. At the same time, it’s my facebook kitchen. I can decorate it. I can make it hot like an open flame. I can burn bitches who wear hair ribbons. I can put a turd on a plate and people will eat it and ask for another helping. Here’s to my official first day breaking all the rules and going public