I took a little time away from this site for the last month. Truthfully, I took a lot of time away from everything on-and-offline while I was sick (again). When I finally logged back in last night, I was greeted with 40-something comments, all from spammers. Most of them were short and sweet, such as “great site!” “good job!” and “nice work!” immediately followed with links to online casinos, low cost insurance sites and lots, and lots of viagra. Some skipped the compliments altogether and just had links to God knows what. I didn’t dare click on them! I don’t want to know where they go!
These bogus comments always come in spurts. Someone posts a half dozen of them in one sitting, several days go by, then another internet marketing creep does the same thing.
I should probably take it as a compliment that anyone is actually paying attention to my little site when I all but abandonned it, delete the comments and move on. I thought about posting the “great job!” bits without the links just to annoy the spammers, but really, that’s just petty and dumb. Instead, I’ll just throw up a little post pointing out how I’ll NEVER advertise for anyone’s online casino/insurance/erection/porn sites/cheeseball internet “businesses,” so now it’s clear that the spammers can enjoy my “great site” without any hope of making money off of me.
Now go away before I taunt you a second time,
Flo
September 6th, 2006
I got this in an email a few days ago…I think it was a small, but quite accurate, dig at me:
“Brewing off the coast of Africa, TS #6 is deciding whether or not it
wants to become Hurricane Florence. How ironic it’s now just a
depression while it waits to see what it wants to do with it’s life. Stay
depressed or become an angry storm and charge into the world.”
Like the fabulously named Tropical Storm Florence, I, too, am on the verge of choosing my path, and finally finding my way. Unlike TS Flo, I probably won’t cause any (okay, much) property damage or injuries — unless we’re talking about my soon to be ex-husband, Endicott.
After nearly two years of separation, he is still chasing after me/pleading for my return to him/(when that doesn’t work) blaming me for his emotional instablity (which was there long before I ever met him) because I left him after several years of his daily freak-outs/irrational jealousy/never-ending lies and guilt trips.
It starts as, “I’ve changed Flo. Everything will be different, if you come back to me.” When that doesn’t work — specifically, when I run out of his overcrowded, (cat) urine soaked home, completely creeped out that he doesn’t understand that it is not okay to live that way — he immediately changes his tune. Suddenly he cries, “You broke me…You left me when I needed you most…I couldn’t do anything for two years after you left me.”
Somehow, the four years he tortured me with his daily idiotic bullsh*t don’t seem to matter to him. Until he accepts that it matters to me, and that I refuse to be a martyr to his selfish needs, he will continue his futile pursuit. When he gets hurt, it will be his own damn fault.
Get out of my way, Endicott.
Not quite so depressed,
Flo
September 5th, 2006