There is an army of whores--cyber-whores, to be precise--and they are harassing me.
Last week I got at least ten friend requests from "girls" on Facebook. You know the type. Their photo makes them look like college-aged, slutty, party-hungry nobodies. A name you don't recognize. No mutual friends.
Today I discovered yet another comment on this blog that was blatantly generic--something like, "This blog has lots of information and I feel a certain way about it so keep it up" with a link. God, I hate those. If it is a real person, they need to make a comment that has a reason for existing. Say something. Opine.
Yesterday I got two cyber-whore requests. I don't know why I'm suddenly the target of all of this attention, but I've never been before. Do your research, girls. I'm into boys!
Back to work today, since I haven't heard otherwise. It only took them until 6 last night to plow our lot. Not like anyone might have had anywhere to be while it was still light out or anything. Note sarcasm.
But we're out now. And if I get home and someone has stolen my parking spot, I'm going to hunt them down and make them move, since we worked so damn hard to clear them out.