Diva
04-04-02, 01:36AM
May 25, 2001
I have a great reason for being late with the rant. A fantastic reason. No, really. Shut up. I busted my ass until 9:30 A. M. and then got up in three hours and started again. Sex? I wish. I've been working on my website. I've heard from quite a few of you via the Email. Thanks for all the compliments, suggestions, propositions, and wickedness.. I love hearing from you. This is why I started this site. Connecting to people globally. I want to thank the guys that I've heard from who made my day. The Aussie-No one can go down like a man from down under. My future slaveman for eternity-I still have the letter. Your ass is mine! Ends... who has no ends to his means. Nor his nasty ways. The guy who said, "You're da bomb". Damn straight. The GMAN with the G-Force sex-drive. And the others... I feel like I'm in highschool with a thousand word sentence due. "Can we count our name? What if we have nine hundred and eighty last names? They didn't want that many hyphens, so I had to pick just one Boy were my nine hundred and seventy nine step-dads pissed." Oh yeah, the peas chick. That's slang for peace, ya know. She was the only fem. Not that I'm complaining. I could start my own little harem. As if.
<h3>This Web Isn't Big Enough For The Both of Us</h3>
Anal retentive moronic assholes. Since I joined the ranks of the "How should I know what the weather's like" web surfers, I've surfed a lot of sites. Sure, the free porn sites' a given. But I also like to go to all of the different personal pages as well. I've made some great friends and I've seen some wild shit. No, not scat. I don't do scat. But the thing that irritates the shit out of me is the competition bullshit. One site is always slamming another. Now, there are some sites out there that I don't care for. But it's not the competition. Let's face it, anyone who thinks that they "own" a fan is a blithering idiot. Oh sure, like I'm going to stay on one web site all night long because I'm a fan. Get a life. We surf the sites. Hence the word, 'surf'. We make our rounds to the usual places, as do the pictures. Oh, and on the logo debate... chill, baby. Unless you personally took that photograph, it Ain't yours. When I get a picture, I have to re-size it, make a thumbnail for it... pray the link works. Or a certain guy will Email me... and pay for the bandwidth. Now, I don't have a logo... but if I did, sure I'd slap that sucker on. It's not claiming ownership. It says, "I busted my ass updating my page, finding, fixing and linking this picture so you could click on and off in the blink of an eye. So, if you download it (NO HOTLINKING) and think it's cool, show people. And when they ask where you got it, just point to the logo. Then someone else may want to start coming to the page... and writing nasty emails. No dick shots yet. Did I just totally go off topic? You'll get used to it. The mind of a horny chick knows no boundaries.
Where was I... Oh yeah. Someone e-mailed me and asked about the hot-linking ordeal. The one guy who linked to a picture removed it right away. The emailer asked what difference one picture makes. Well, let me tell ya. I'm letting a friend borrow some space. One picture used up over one gigabyte in fifteen days. Most starter packages with pay hosting give you between two to three gigabytes a month. Then they charge you for every gigabyte afterwards. Even if you're a little over. Everytime someone comes to my page, each picture and image (the bar on you left, my Email icons, etc...) use bandwidth. Trust me, it adds up. Some hosts will shut a site down without contacting the webmaster if they go over. Or automatically bump them up to the next higher plan. Okay, your eyes are glazing, I'll wrap this up. I pay for this so that people can come to my site and enjoy themselves. Oh, and the web site that was hot-linking me and a couple of other sites... Morty from Morty's Twisted World shut that sucker down! Rather, his many fans did. He was given a one week notice to either pay five hundred extra dollars a month or find another host. Too much bandwidth being used. So there you have it. Well, it's 8: A. M. in the morning... time for me to go to bed. Shit, it's going to be hell when I have to go back to work. Imagine PMS times ten, people. I expect flowers. The female condition, or quality of being top free; Without one's blouse, bra, or other breast covering." Tit's flapping in the breeze, man. And why not? Technically, they're not sexual organs. Because a guy sticks his dick between them doesn't change their function. If that were true, We'd all have to wear gloves and mouth pieces. Aaaahhh! Officer! I saw that man's tongue!" "But sir, I was eating." We'll have have none of that 'filth' around here you pervert. Assume the position." Hmmmmm. Then again. Where was I? Oh. Tits are fatty tissue. Or silicone. Whatever. We've all seen overweight men walking around shirtless. Now, there should be some clause about that in the books.. But since there isn't, why can't I go topless? If I wear Band-Aids over my nipples, they say I'm covered. Come on people! Join the band wagon! Let women's tits fling in the breeze! Ow. That actually sounds painful. Sway in the breeze. There we go....
Teacher retires after accidentally giving students video with him masturbating. Again, where the fuck were these teachers when I was growing up?!?!?!?!? Speaking of getting off...
I have a great reason for being late with the rant. A fantastic reason. No, really. Shut up. I busted my ass until 9:30 A. M. and then got up in three hours and started again. Sex? I wish. I've been working on my website. I've heard from quite a few of you via the Email. Thanks for all the compliments, suggestions, propositions, and wickedness.. I love hearing from you. This is why I started this site. Connecting to people globally. I want to thank the guys that I've heard from who made my day. The Aussie-No one can go down like a man from down under. My future slaveman for eternity-I still have the letter. Your ass is mine! Ends... who has no ends to his means. Nor his nasty ways. The guy who said, "You're da bomb". Damn straight. The GMAN with the G-Force sex-drive. And the others... I feel like I'm in highschool with a thousand word sentence due. "Can we count our name? What if we have nine hundred and eighty last names? They didn't want that many hyphens, so I had to pick just one Boy were my nine hundred and seventy nine step-dads pissed." Oh yeah, the peas chick. That's slang for peace, ya know. She was the only fem. Not that I'm complaining. I could start my own little harem. As if.
<h3>This Web Isn't Big Enough For The Both of Us</h3>
Anal retentive moronic assholes. Since I joined the ranks of the "How should I know what the weather's like" web surfers, I've surfed a lot of sites. Sure, the free porn sites' a given. But I also like to go to all of the different personal pages as well. I've made some great friends and I've seen some wild shit. No, not scat. I don't do scat. But the thing that irritates the shit out of me is the competition bullshit. One site is always slamming another. Now, there are some sites out there that I don't care for. But it's not the competition. Let's face it, anyone who thinks that they "own" a fan is a blithering idiot. Oh sure, like I'm going to stay on one web site all night long because I'm a fan. Get a life. We surf the sites. Hence the word, 'surf'. We make our rounds to the usual places, as do the pictures. Oh, and on the logo debate... chill, baby. Unless you personally took that photograph, it Ain't yours. When I get a picture, I have to re-size it, make a thumbnail for it... pray the link works. Or a certain guy will Email me... and pay for the bandwidth. Now, I don't have a logo... but if I did, sure I'd slap that sucker on. It's not claiming ownership. It says, "I busted my ass updating my page, finding, fixing and linking this picture so you could click on and off in the blink of an eye. So, if you download it (NO HOTLINKING) and think it's cool, show people. And when they ask where you got it, just point to the logo. Then someone else may want to start coming to the page... and writing nasty emails. No dick shots yet. Did I just totally go off topic? You'll get used to it. The mind of a horny chick knows no boundaries.
Where was I... Oh yeah. Someone e-mailed me and asked about the hot-linking ordeal. The one guy who linked to a picture removed it right away. The emailer asked what difference one picture makes. Well, let me tell ya. I'm letting a friend borrow some space. One picture used up over one gigabyte in fifteen days. Most starter packages with pay hosting give you between two to three gigabytes a month. Then they charge you for every gigabyte afterwards. Even if you're a little over. Everytime someone comes to my page, each picture and image (the bar on you left, my Email icons, etc...) use bandwidth. Trust me, it adds up. Some hosts will shut a site down without contacting the webmaster if they go over. Or automatically bump them up to the next higher plan. Okay, your eyes are glazing, I'll wrap this up. I pay for this so that people can come to my site and enjoy themselves. Oh, and the web site that was hot-linking me and a couple of other sites... Morty from Morty's Twisted World shut that sucker down! Rather, his many fans did. He was given a one week notice to either pay five hundred extra dollars a month or find another host. Too much bandwidth being used. So there you have it. Well, it's 8: A. M. in the morning... time for me to go to bed. Shit, it's going to be hell when I have to go back to work. Imagine PMS times ten, people. I expect flowers. The female condition, or quality of being top free; Without one's blouse, bra, or other breast covering." Tit's flapping in the breeze, man. And why not? Technically, they're not sexual organs. Because a guy sticks his dick between them doesn't change their function. If that were true, We'd all have to wear gloves and mouth pieces. Aaaahhh! Officer! I saw that man's tongue!" "But sir, I was eating." We'll have have none of that 'filth' around here you pervert. Assume the position." Hmmmmm. Then again. Where was I? Oh. Tits are fatty tissue. Or silicone. Whatever. We've all seen overweight men walking around shirtless. Now, there should be some clause about that in the books.. But since there isn't, why can't I go topless? If I wear Band-Aids over my nipples, they say I'm covered. Come on people! Join the band wagon! Let women's tits fling in the breeze! Ow. That actually sounds painful. Sway in the breeze. There we go....
Teacher retires after accidentally giving students video with him masturbating. Again, where the fuck were these teachers when I was growing up?!?!?!?!? Speaking of getting off...