Everyone's Pissed At Me

I keep forgetting just how many people read this dumb blog, and it's starting to get me in trouble.

Some of you may recall an e-mail from a certain female that I posted a few weeks back, in which she expressed worry over "using" me for carnal reasons. Well, apparently she read the post and now she's pissed at me. One of my friends saw her the other day and she told him that her and I "aren't on speaking terms" right now. I'm not sure why she got offended. It's not like I was making fun of her or anything--well, not really, anyway. And hell, I didn't even post her name. I just thought it was funny, the whole idea that a woman would worry about "using" a guy. Ahh, but what are you gonna do? I have this knack for pissing people off. I don't even have to try, it's a gift I have. My bother got pissed at me, too, over the post I made about him taking all of Papa's liquor. Called me a "whiney bitch."

See? There's that double standard again. Despite not having a vagina, it's still okay to call me a bitch. Bitch bitch bitch.

There was some talk of going to NYC at the end of the month to cover the Erotic Expo. It was going to be me, Dean, Doc and wall to wall porn stars. But now, it's looking like it's not going to happen. That sucks. Sure, I wouldn't mind hanging out with a bunch of porn stars--but believe it or not, I was more excited about actually meeting Dean and Doc. I've been writing for this site for almost three years and I've never met those guys. Besides, I never go anywhere. I'm gonna be stuck in Michigan for my whole fucking life.

Sorry that I don't have anything especially interesting to say tonight. Or even mildly entertaining. It's just my stupid job, man... it's zapping my will to live.

Damn, I could use a beer. But I'm too lazy to drive to the store.