Enough Moping Already

Just because I’m living in the leading edge of a class 5 shitstorm right now doesn’t mean I shouldn’t find my fun wherever I can. Pathetically, it’s looking through my site statistics for June…

Something happened last month, kids — well, a lot happened last month but I got almost five hundred unique visits. That’s a huge leap from previous months (kind of). Might be due to the Jack Baty referrals that are pouring in. Jack’s got some decent geek traffic coming by to rip off his mindshare on a daily basis. Looks like some of those poor bastards ended up slogging around in my crap.

Other rejects from the Island of Misfit Toys found my site by typing in the following search engine phrases…

“love poems for girls” (very, very proud to have finally found my creative niche)

“disturbing webcam photos” (disturbed, perhaps . . . but hopefully not too disturbing)

“escape with me” (uh, how about I escape from you?)

“macroverbumsciolist” (number one on Google for this one, a word which sounds dirty and disturbing but actually means “a person who is ignorant of large words”)

“russian mail order sluts” (awww, some of them are very nice girls — and they love my poetry)

“cramped in that funnelled hole” (It’s not what it sounds like, honest)

“baby-mice swallowing human” (wow, the little guys must be pretty hungry)

“monica moaning the word seven friends” (number seven on Google for this one, and couldn’t care less)

“boy hustler stories” (just in case all the poetry for girls doesn’t pay off, I have something to fall back on — some lonely and determined soul went through fifteen pages of links to find me on Google.)

“just a. buoy” (…writing poetry for gulls)

“mom fucker.com” (I don’t know whether to be disturbed or proud by how high I am on Google for this one — right there at the top of page two)

“tm camp oh” (something I don’t hear nearly often enough)

“tm camp in” (…your mom.)

Yeah. Okay. That’s more than enough fun for now.