Well, yesterday's post set a record for "fuck you's" in my comment section.
Getting so many fucks in one day will most likely make me ineligible for any blog awards during the year 2010.
That didn't sound right …
That big corporate sponsorship I was recently contacted about probably just disappeared, but that's okay! I haven't had a big corporate sponsorship previously, and I never intended to have one when I began Twenty Four At Heart. If Corporate America thinks I've had too many fucks from my readers then … oh well.
(Wait …. that didn't sound right either!)
I think I'd better change the subject before I make things even worse than they already are.
Apparently another Twilight movie just came out.
I'm sorry, but I don't get it.
I can understand ten and twelve year old little girls squeeing over vampires and werewolves, but grown women?
I tried, I really did try.
I downloaded the first Twilight book to my Kindle awhile back and I forced myself to read the entire thing. I thought the writing was incredibly weak and the story juvenile.
** Ducking from thrown objects **
I couldn't bring myself to go see the movie or, for that matter, to read any of the other books.
I realize my opinion is not a popular one.
I realize my opinion will probably create fuck yous in my comment section again today, except this time they will be directed at me.
Why would a grown woman wait in line for four hours to see a movie written for 12 year olds? Why, why, why?
Why would a grown woman fantasize about a pasty white man with fangs sucking blood out of her neck?
Why would she find it titillating to think a werewolf would compete with a vampire for her? (Yes, a hairy beast of a man who likes to howl at full moons.)
It's no wonder so many men say they don't understand what women want.
I don't understand either.
I, personally, like a real man.
You know, a warm bodied man with real flesh, kind eyes and … ok, maybe a talented tongue.
Did I just say that?
I believe I did ….
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