Craig’s Gonna List My Power Trip
This isn’t a real blog entry. I just have something that must be said.
Today while frittering away my youth on the Internet I came to a profound realization. Every time I decide I want to browse ads for free Beagle puppies and hand jobs, I go to Craigslist. Every time I do this I type www.craigslist.com into the browser box. It never disappoints.
But today as I pounded each letter of the URL into the browser box in deliberate slow motion I had a thought:
ORG. Short for orgy or chemical-free fruit. Unsettling enough, my next thought was even worse:
“I don’t care.”
Click. Boom. The website soon appeared with its .com fraudulency and I was left feeling pretty pleased with myself. Take that Craig. I just made you my bitch.
But then I realized that somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew .com wasn’t right. I knew I was openly defying Craig and I kept doing it anyway.
Then I got depressed.
What kind of pathetic human being intentionally uses standard domain redirecting to make themselves feel powerful?
“Powerful,” you ask? Yes, powerful.
I felt like Napolean minus the complex; Achilles minus the heel, Tara Reid minus the shitty boob job.
Moral of the story:
I need more to do at work
The girl with an ass that quits