Pfunksfoolosophy

Hi there…for some reason I was having a load of trouble accessing my account.
Still don’t know why, but I have access today and I am very, very glad.
Going to inquire the powers that be, but until then…let’s get you all up to speed.

First, I’ve been getting used to being employed outside of the house and while it’s really
groovy, I have to tell you that wearing clothes again has been an adjustment.
Sure, I wear ‘clothes’ but they usually don’t match and I like to call it my ‘Ellis Island Collection’.
But, I’m happy to be among the employed so I will not complain.
Next, as you may all know I am really getting into the online dating thing.
At first it was because I just wanted a partner in crime, so to speak. Now, I realize that it’s fodder for my blog.
For some reason I really attract some loo-loos. This makes me happy.
Very, very happy indeed.
My latest foray into the online dating scene was prompted by my good pal Angie, whose blogs are
in my blog roll (you should check them out, they are delightful). She suggested plenty of fish, which is entirely free and user friendly.
The thing about free online dating sites is that you have very little to assist you in weeding out
the ‘players’ from the sincere folks.
Case in point: one of the features on plenty of fish allows you to allow only those seeking a long term relationship to contact you…the guys who are lookin’ for a little bit of the ’shush’ shouldn’t be able to email you with their come ons, right?
Wrong. This one guy sent me a very poorly written treatise on his ‘likes’ and ‘desires’.
Seems he has a particular fondness for the shapely, curvy Negress and enjoys ‘pleasing’ them.
He attached a photo.
While it wasn’t of his penis, as I have grown accustomed, it WAS a shocker.
He was a combination Charles Manson/Unibomber type with some kind of cockatiel hairstyle that
prompted my one word response to him: Yikes.
He emailed me and told me that I should really give him a try, as no one has complained yet.
It is my belief that no one has complained because the bodies have not been found.
Just a gut feeling.
I trust my gut. My gut often can’t tell me when I’m full, but I trust it in this regard.
Somehow I picure him living in the basement of his mother’s house. He probably has
Dukes of Hazzard bedding and every porn magazine ever published. He keeps them in magazine binders and they’re in chronological order–cross referenced according to kink.

If you’ve ever wondered where all of the porno guys hang out, some of them are on Craigslist and some of them are on plenty of fish. I think they’re financially stable, though. They’ve got to be saving a ton of cash by living with their parents.
Maybe they spend their money on porn and ‘toys’, which our cockatiel pal mentioned frequently in
his disturbing email.
I know, I know…I was just asking for it…I responded. I could have ignored him.
There is a part of me that’s just passive aggressive enough to engage with these types.
Sometimes I run out of subjects for my blog.

Well, I’ve got to get some rest. Tomorrow I have work. I’m so excited. I just can’t hide it.

Please keep a good thought that I’ll have this glitch in the matrix fixed and won’t have to resort to using other means in order to entertain you all.

All the best.