:: Electric Psychedelic Pussycat Swinger's Club ::

:: Monday, May 03, 2004 ::

rage.

What the fuck is up with people (usually girls) putting "wishlists" on their websites? Am I missing something here? Was I supposed to buy you a gift for stopping by your shitty website adorned with mAkE-mE-waNna-goUgE-my-eYeS-oUt-sPelLing lIke tHis? Or perhaps I owe you a little something-something for you making the world a better place by gracing us with your profound thoughts on how you totally think Regina is a skanky hosebeast who probably sleeps with guys on the first date?

I honestly have no clue as to what the purpose is of having these wishlists posted, and I want to know. Is it for your friends to know what presents to buy you on your birthday? Perhaps Christmas? Okay, you caught me falsely giving you the benefit of the doubt. Even if this were the reason, isn't that a bit presumptuous to be telling people what to buy you? My honest belief is that these wishlists are posted in the hopes that some perverted fat cat will shower some chick, posing as a self-respecting human being, with material possessions. Don't these people have any shame? They're no different than panhandlers on the street begging for change. More importantly, how did this phenomenon start?

Right now I feel like punching a hole in the wall - too bad it's solid brick. Then falling asleep. Maybe it's because I just got out of a 3-hour exam and feel like I just went 10 rounds with Deebo from Friday. Maybe that's why I'm singling out people with wishlists.

naaah.

PS - you can check out my wishlist here. Guess what i'd do with it?

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