Well, I’m disappointed, but no surprise there. It definitely looks like I just do not possess the ability to do ANYTHING AT ALL acceptable in the eyes of my peers (those fine gentlemen at ECCIE). It doesn’t matter how hard I try. It’s just never enough.
I know I’m not perfect. I’m am so very, very not perfect in EVERY POSSIBLE WAY. Then, why must I constantly insist upon fucking up my own shit???
This morning has certainly been much worse than most. Remember, I told ya about my army of sluts? Well, after interviewing several candidates, each lady with her own issues, I was blessed enough to find a kindred spirit… in the body of a goddess.
Of course, I wanted her for ya’ll, IMMEDIATELY. I could just envision the many, manly faces all pinched into ehilerated expressions of joy and excitement, so similiar to that of children at Christmastime. I couldn’t even imagine a better way of showing my appreciation for each and every last one of you.
If only it were that simple. If only ya’ll had the ability to know my true intentions. In no way, shape, or form, have I received anything out of this. In fact, quite the contrary. I have invested money into finding, training, and marketing (not to mention clothing and other female needs), just so that she might make a big splash in this arena we like to call a review site.
What a fuckin joke. I certainly don’t blame the chuckles I’m sure are ringing out over this one. I’m such a dumbass to think ya’ll would care how much time and effort this selfless act of compassion and concern went into such a project. I even went so far as to lay my own business and needs aside on this, and, now… Look what I’ve done.
I try. I swear that I do. I try to help. I wanna help. I love to make people happy, but, I just don’t seem to know how to do that anymore. It’s likely, I never truly did.