Spam and my twee little life.
2003-01-09 at 9:13 a.m.

 

Do you know what my new least favourite thing is? Well, no, you probably don't, but never fear, I intend to tell you. Oh yes.

It's people who leave spam guestbook entries. Especially to teenage sex sites. Yeuch. Now I don't know about y'all, but all of that fucking sucks.

You know, I have no objection to porn, but I like my porn with adults, you know, grown ups, those who know what's what. Not teenagers. Jesus. Yes, yes, yes when I was a teenager making the beast with two backs as often as I could convince the boyfriend to. But he was a teenager too. See the difference. And it wasn't for the perverted delight of those one step removed from spanking their monkey over children. Man, it makes me angry.

And spam in my guestbook. It's like spam stealing my seal of approval. Now I know I can't control who posts in my book, but there is an implied connection if someone does. And I want no implied connections with spammers, thankyouverymuch. And it meant that I got all excited because I thought someone had left me a nice message. But no.

Cough. Yep, I feel better now. Back to your regular scheduled programming.

Someone's made a snowman in our communal gardens. I live in a picture postcard, I wonder if there's someone looking at it right now. 'Hey, you up there! Whatcha doing? Get me outta here! Oi, mister, mister!!'

Look did you see what happened to me there. Whenever I get excited I turn into an extra from the Oliver! musical. 'Hello, mister, lovely day int'it? Don't the snow look lovely over old London town!" Or something. I'm a cheeky, chirpy, loveable cockney rogue.