to google-advertise or not to google-advertise-- that is the question
so. i have been propositioned with quite a proposition (and no, this wasn't like that time i tried to get my grade changed...the "unofficial" way):
as i was trying to log into blogger so that i could ramble on about life, i noticed a little tab that said: "make money." i, naturally, immediately clicked the button without notice of the fact that it said: "make money off your blog with google ads." thank god i could make money without the expense of my family honor. i was pleasantly suprised to see yet another genius brain child of the Great Google God...you see, with google ads, i could get paid every time someone clicks a google ad bar that i would have placed on the right side of my page if i decided to sign up.
unfortunately for me, as i was signing up, the program asked for my social security number...as i would be getting paid (N.B. escort services, however, do NOT, and i repeat DO NOT require SSN's). then i realized the great big caveat with me making money off my blog is that...well, my parents don't really know about it...and if they did, i would mildly uncomfortably (and yet slightly titillated) by knowing that they would read the shit their child manifests every once in a blue moon.
i mean, there are really far too many sexual double entendres, references to drugs and orgies, and free animal porn for my parent's poor poor eyes to come across. i kid you not: my mother's eyes would bleed from the exposure.
then again...the extra income would be really nice. then again...that's what i said before i got chlamydia.
anywhore, i am in desparate need as of yet for some play things. i always forget that the down side to spring break in nashvegas is being bored. i know- that sounds lame, and i'm hoping that all the cool people who take the time to read my shitty ass blog don't think me uncool all of a sudden (even though i am), but nashville kind of totally sucks (...did you catch it? hehe). so, i spend most of my days eating foods and watching television and planning what i SHOULD do as my brain slowly shrinks in size, along with my testicles and self esteem. alas! what wouldn't i give for some mind altering play things to pass my days and help me gain weight (if you get my drift). let's think of what i have to offer. well, there is my virginity, but i technically lost that when i went to 'nam. i could give my dignity, but there isn't very much of it left since, well, i went to 'nam. i have my soul--i'll have it until i die at least, because i promised it to good ol' POD when i got into Yale. and i am completely out of any shame. damn! i am so worthless.
**dammit. every time i hear a pattering of feet in the house coming towards my room, i have to minimize my screen. i used to not worry about it since, let's be honest, all i am doing is writing in a blog. but one time, my mother came in, i closed the the page that was actually my blog (and left my posting page up) thinking to myself "phew! that was close. i'd hate for her to see XXX FREE KINKY PORN XXX in bright blue letters as a website that i was looking at." after talking, she left. and i realized the title of my blog, "XXX FREE KINKY PORN XXX" blatantly sat at the top of my window. *sigh* this situation kind of reminds me of the time i was at a friend's house, and it was at that age that boobies were still funny. so he turned the TV to some softcore yabbos, and immediately his mother opened the door. the two shared a few blank stares before she turned around, as if to ignore what she just saw.
punch line of the story: as soon as i left, he told me that his mother asked him about that, and he blamed the entire fiasco on me-- saying that i was the one who put the TV on that channel. excuse me? me? at that age watching soft core? PUH-LEASE. if it had been me, she would've walked in on us watching the smurfs...having hardcore, unprotected, kinky XXX orgies.
i wish i had some profound thoughts for the day, but i don't. i did come up with a funny line though. i sent someone a link to check out this loverly link. as with most people who don't trust links i give to them, i imed him saying:
"...and no, it is gay porn." i'd like to think it was a funny line.
does anyone know where i get can some cheap plastic surgery?
ciao, bitches. on that note, check out lindsay lohan's (aka busty hohan) message on paris hilton's sidekick. i don't think its busty hohan because the content is a bit ridic, but it does sound quite like that cokehead skank pot.
as i was trying to log into blogger so that i could ramble on about life, i noticed a little tab that said: "make money." i, naturally, immediately clicked the button without notice of the fact that it said: "make money off your blog with google ads." thank god i could make money without the expense of my family honor. i was pleasantly suprised to see yet another genius brain child of the Great Google God...you see, with google ads, i could get paid every time someone clicks a google ad bar that i would have placed on the right side of my page if i decided to sign up.
unfortunately for me, as i was signing up, the program asked for my social security number...as i would be getting paid (N.B. escort services, however, do NOT, and i repeat DO NOT require SSN's). then i realized the great big caveat with me making money off my blog is that...well, my parents don't really know about it...and if they did, i would mildly uncomfortably (and yet slightly titillated) by knowing that they would read the shit their child manifests every once in a blue moon.
i mean, there are really far too many sexual double entendres, references to drugs and orgies, and free animal porn for my parent's poor poor eyes to come across. i kid you not: my mother's eyes would bleed from the exposure.
then again...the extra income would be really nice. then again...that's what i said before i got chlamydia.
anywhore, i am in desparate need as of yet for some play things. i always forget that the down side to spring break in nashvegas is being bored. i know- that sounds lame, and i'm hoping that all the cool people who take the time to read my shitty ass blog don't think me uncool all of a sudden (even though i am), but nashville kind of totally sucks (...did you catch it? hehe). so, i spend most of my days eating foods and watching television and planning what i SHOULD do as my brain slowly shrinks in size, along with my testicles and self esteem. alas! what wouldn't i give for some mind altering play things to pass my days and help me gain weight (if you get my drift). let's think of what i have to offer. well, there is my virginity, but i technically lost that when i went to 'nam. i could give my dignity, but there isn't very much of it left since, well, i went to 'nam. i have my soul--i'll have it until i die at least, because i promised it to good ol' POD when i got into Yale. and i am completely out of any shame. damn! i am so worthless.
**dammit. every time i hear a pattering of feet in the house coming towards my room, i have to minimize my screen. i used to not worry about it since, let's be honest, all i am doing is writing in a blog. but one time, my mother came in, i closed the the page that was actually my blog (and left my posting page up) thinking to myself "phew! that was close. i'd hate for her to see XXX FREE KINKY PORN XXX in bright blue letters as a website that i was looking at." after talking, she left. and i realized the title of my blog, "XXX FREE KINKY PORN XXX" blatantly sat at the top of my window. *sigh* this situation kind of reminds me of the time i was at a friend's house, and it was at that age that boobies were still funny. so he turned the TV to some softcore yabbos, and immediately his mother opened the door. the two shared a few blank stares before she turned around, as if to ignore what she just saw.
punch line of the story: as soon as i left, he told me that his mother asked him about that, and he blamed the entire fiasco on me-- saying that i was the one who put the TV on that channel. excuse me? me? at that age watching soft core? PUH-LEASE. if it had been me, she would've walked in on us watching the smurfs...having hardcore, unprotected, kinky XXX orgies.
i wish i had some profound thoughts for the day, but i don't. i did come up with a funny line though. i sent someone a link to check out this loverly link. as with most people who don't trust links i give to them, i imed him saying:
"...and no, it is gay porn." i'd like to think it was a funny line.
does anyone know where i get can some cheap plastic surgery?
ciao, bitches. on that note, check out lindsay lohan's (aka busty hohan) message on paris hilton's sidekick. i don't think its busty hohan because the content is a bit ridic, but it does sound quite like that cokehead skank pot.
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