sometimes i creep myself out.
i’m a creep. i’m a weirdo.
FYI: TODAY is the day that i alienate some of the people who read this blog.
due to my twisted mind i finally managed to gross myself out this afternoon. i was surfing my favorite bulletin board when i spied a thread titled “The “Virginity Auction Trend” Milk has gone bad… real bad” (btw, peace to the thread’s originator charlie hustle who has a damned fine sports blog of his own). intrigued, i read the story enclosed. apparently some goon has offered up on ebay the flower of some poor wheelchair bound girl.
her story is creepy enough, and i won’t give any shine to the clowns who have decided to take advantage of her. if you want the details feel free to click the link and read the thread. what troubles me is the fact that THIS was my response to a comment made:
see, that's just plain WRONG.
just… wow. i’m actually horrified at myself. this surely must be a cry for help. you want to know what’s REALLY scary? i teach children for a living. be afraid. be very afraid.
wow jay…even for a girl who grew up practically surrounded by crackheads that was pretty shocking.
You know what it is…you have ZERO filter. Maybe you can’t keep it in because if you do, then you’ll torture yourself. So you choose to share the insanely vivid disgusting images that pop into your head with your friends. Or maybe a lack of a sibling caused you to seek out this shit.
I tell you this because I love you dearly: You need help my friend.
Ewwies. That is all.