Journals fucking suck. Especially online journals or blogs. Who gives a shit about everyone's little day-to-day thoughts, activities, emotions, etc.? Well, let me rephrase: Who gives a shit about MOST people's trivial little journal entries? I don't. But I must admit that I do care about some girls' journal entries if there happen to be naked pictures of them right beside 'em and they're fucking hot. Hot, naked girls--and what they have to say--can be peculiarly interesting. But perhaps only as embrodery around their nudity.
Well, no...I do care about what suicide girls have to say, despite the fact that I'm far more interested in their photosets (and not just so that I can attempt to locate exactly where in California they are--c'mon SF!). I find all sorts of people interesting, whether I'm paying to see their bodies naked or not. It's just that I hate the whole idea of putting one's prosaic, daily shit online for the whole world to see, as if the mere act of posting something online makes its content any more worthwhile. I don't know if it's self-aggrandizement or a desire to connect or to express oneself or what, but online journaling tends to either annoy me or bore me to death. Though the suicide girls' journals do allow me to imagine them out in the real world, doing this and that, frolicking about in all their hotness. And I can't complain about that.
So don't expect me to post much of anything here (I'm it sure it will break your heart). However, I may put up some nude pics just to show all you SF and Nor Cal girls--who have somehow failed to drop me a line--just what you're missing out on. I'm just about the hottest import from Iowa since Ashton Kutcher. And I'm not an idiot (yeah, he's a fucking idiot; I don't care what you've heard about him being SOooo smart...just look at his filmography)! I'm smart. See...watch me perform deductive reasoning:
P1: If Jake is hot AND smart, then suicide girls (or members thereof) will contact Jake.
P2: Jake is hot AND smart.
. :. Therefore, suicide girls (or members thereof) will contact Jake.
Believe me, the premises of this argument are valid, and the reasoning is sound. If you wish to question my premises or logic, then I would be happy to prove to you the hotness of my body in person and to engage you in some sort of deductive reasoning game involving the assertion of arbitrary, somewhat silly premises so as to deduce the necessity of removing certain articles of clothing and participating in certain sex acts. Or we could just chat. Let me know.
Well, no...I do care about what suicide girls have to say, despite the fact that I'm far more interested in their photosets (and not just so that I can attempt to locate exactly where in California they are--c'mon SF!). I find all sorts of people interesting, whether I'm paying to see their bodies naked or not. It's just that I hate the whole idea of putting one's prosaic, daily shit online for the whole world to see, as if the mere act of posting something online makes its content any more worthwhile. I don't know if it's self-aggrandizement or a desire to connect or to express oneself or what, but online journaling tends to either annoy me or bore me to death. Though the suicide girls' journals do allow me to imagine them out in the real world, doing this and that, frolicking about in all their hotness. And I can't complain about that.
So don't expect me to post much of anything here (I'm it sure it will break your heart). However, I may put up some nude pics just to show all you SF and Nor Cal girls--who have somehow failed to drop me a line--just what you're missing out on. I'm just about the hottest import from Iowa since Ashton Kutcher. And I'm not an idiot (yeah, he's a fucking idiot; I don't care what you've heard about him being SOooo smart...just look at his filmography)! I'm smart. See...watch me perform deductive reasoning:
P1: If Jake is hot AND smart, then suicide girls (or members thereof) will contact Jake.
P2: Jake is hot AND smart.
. :. Therefore, suicide girls (or members thereof) will contact Jake.
Believe me, the premises of this argument are valid, and the reasoning is sound. If you wish to question my premises or logic, then I would be happy to prove to you the hotness of my body in person and to engage you in some sort of deductive reasoning game involving the assertion of arbitrary, somewhat silly premises so as to deduce the necessity of removing certain articles of clothing and participating in certain sex acts. Or we could just chat. Let me know.