Desktop Cleanliness

Believe it or not I experiment with other aspects of my life other than the physical. Today I'm experimenting in desktop cleanliness.

Sure, the headline isn't as eye catching as say, "John Tries Buttsex, Hilarity Ensues," but I'm hoping you appreciate the subtle seduction of my shiny new iMac displaying this every time tickle it out of hibernation.

Proof that not every aspect of a 22 year old man is a mess.

I'm not allowed to blow my seeds of knowledge all over your face... book.

It's official, Facebook users find me abusive (click picture above to enlarge)

Abusive?! Pish-posh! What in Uncle Sam's red-white-and-blue balls sort of fascist bolognae is that? Censorship? On the intertubes? Egads!!

Tomorrow they'll be saying hate-fucking Sarah Palin with a pipe cleaner is abusive... hey wait a minute...

Are you nice? I was...

Many drinks, cigarettes, and long term relationships later, I've come to accept the fact that I've become what at the outset of puberty I would have categorized as a womanizing douchebag. Lo! How the wise become wiser!

The heartfelt warmth of genuine romantic love certainly paints misogyny as a lonely behavior, but for what it lacks in soulful fiber it makes up for in safety. Let me explain. When I was dating the woman I was convinced I was going to marry some time ago, I had certain expectations. I expected her to be kind, to flash me a smile every once and awhile, to not go out and fuck her chemistry TA in an effort to preserve her facade of a future in medicine, etc. Needless to say, I was crushed.

It was a difficult lesson to learn, but I no longer have expectations for woman. Without expectation I now could care less if they go out and ball some bro-tacular gentleman on the couch in the middle of a crowded frat party. I don't care if they snort coke in their spare time, participate in a drunken hit and run, or forget to wish me a happy birthday. In the present, if they are there and are interesting, I'll give them my attention, but upon departure they might as well have ended up a puddle leftover from a back alley abortion (circa '86 thru '89 - I don't condone sex with teenagers). They become strangers to me, and I've never put much stock into strangers.

Basically this is all just leading up to a short list of personally fulfilling activities I participate in now that I don't waste my emotions on the women I sleep with:

1. Finding alternate, better looking women to sleep with.
2. Smoking tobacco products without fear of retribution in the form of sex withheld.
3. Paying for my dinner only.
4. Getting rip-roaring drunk without concern that I will wake up in a strange woman's bed and betray my beloved.
5. Taking needlessly long shits with the door open.

Now that I think about it, I think the only woman I will ever truly love is my mother, she is quite dear.

Wordle

This is compiled with words from my posts so far using Wordle. I liked how it put "Zelda" in there with words like "ejaculation" and "smarmy".

(And yes, I totally ripped this off from somebody else).