Hobo Happenings

I did a Google search for the top dating sites, and the results showed all pay sites.

Those sites obviously paid to be listed. -.-

My opinion? The pay sites are the worst.

Looking further, I found a site I partially agreed with.

1. OkCupid: I have been on this site since around 2005. I have had several different usernames, but only 3 I used on a regular basis. I met Eric on my first name. I wasn’t there to meet anyone, but one day he messaged me and I was lost. About this time, I discovered the forum. I fell in love, yo. After Eric and I broke up and I got sick and fled to Miami, I deleted Meowzzzy and made Zombie_Twatz. No more cute for me.  I had Zombie_Twatz up until I was about to move back to MN. I now have IFluckingHateYou. I seem to be getting less cute as time goes on. OkCupid has the best group of people I have seen on dating sites. It also has it’s rejects. The morons, assheads, more morons, the ugly uglies, etc. You must learn to deal with these if you plan to be on the internet. The site offers loads of tests you can take to pass the time, and compatibility questions to help narrow your search. OkCupid keeps changing the look of things, but it’s nothing too annoying. The interface is better than most, and the staff show their sense of humor quite often. OkCupid also has meet-ups you can go to in order to increase the potential of you meeting your ‘True Love’. I would suggest going to these if you aren’t too anti-social. They look quite fun. Oh! Okcupid is FREE, but you can choose to upgrade your account for extra goodies such as private pictures, photo albums, ‘featured listings’, awards, etc. OkCupid is, and always will be, my favorite internet hang out. Make an account and check out the members and forum today! ♥♥♥♥♥
2. eHarmony: I hate this website. It’s pointless. You have to pay quite a bit of money per month to do anything worthwhile. I’m not even going to grace this site with a thorough review. -.- ♥
3. Lava Life: I haven’t used this site for quite a while, but I remember it being fun to pass the time with. I wouldn’t use it for dating, but if you’re looking for a random hook up…go for it. I’ve never been one for those because of all the diseases going around these days, but to each their own, yo. This site is pretty much only good for hook ups and finding e-sex partners. I used to use the phone line they had to fuck with people. I’d record a toilet flushing or something and play it when a guy got all hot and bothered. Or I would do 3way calls and have a dude chime in. Great times. Mhm. ♥♥♥
4. Plenty of Fish: This is another site if you’re into hook ups, but PoF doesn’t have the greatest looking people out there. It doesn’t have the smartest people either. If you have very few standards, this site is for you. I log on and get approximately 5-9 messages right away. They consist of hi, yo, u r a cuti, etc.  Many fave me, but never message. Even though I specifically tell them not to do that. PoF does have the option to send e-presents to whomever you are messaging though. They have things such as puppies, beer, chocolate, a guitar, a semi naked lady, etc. Pointless really. ♥♥
5. SugarDaddyForMe: This is a dating site of a different caliber. The people who join are usually one of two types: A: Well off and looking for a plaything. B: Not so well off and looking for a moneything. I joined for fun. I join almost every site I run into. e-Immortality and all that. I ended up meeting a few interesting people to talk to, but most are either morons or webcam whores. If you’re one of the two people I mentioned, this is the best site for you. ♠♠♠♠♠
6. Ashley Madison: Yet another site that is off the beaten path, Ashley Madison was made with married/entangled people in mind. This site boasts a 100% hook up guarantee. I’m not really sure if I find that to be a good thing or a bad thing. If I were involved with someone and felt the need to see someone else I would just leave them. I do, however, understand that some people are not able or are scared to do that. This site is a great place for them. It features private showcases you can utilize to…showcase your privates. You make a key you can then share with people you’d like to. My complaint about this site is mainly just that fact that 90% of the mail I get is men asking me for my showcase key. I was a member for two days, and had over 1200 messages. I would like to state that quite a few people on this site seem to be of average to above average intelligence. I was rather surprised at that. If you feel trapped and need to find relief elsewhere, this site is for you. It is free to a point, but it looks as if you can do most things without paying for credits. OH! This site also has a nifty panic button that takes you to a home renovation website in case your significant other happens to wander into the room. ♥♥♥♥
7. Little People Meet:  I was really looking forward to joining this website and finding some nifty little people to converse with. Unfortunately, you have to pay just to read your messages. I have over 200 messages that I can’t even peek at. I am greatly saddened by this. This site does not rate very highly with me because of this fact. ♥
8. Craigslist: Haha really? Bonne chance, yo. ¤
9. Adult Friend Finder:  Eric and I tried this site once. Never again. Most of the members are idiots, and the rest probably have STDs that have not been discovered yet. I suppose if you’re strictly looking for a fuck buddy this site is for you. Personally, I wouldn’t get within 50 feet of one of these people. №
10. Crazy Blind Date:  Ok. So I have always wanted to try this site out, but it’s only for a few select areas. I never remember it when I’m in those places though. The way it works is you sign up, post a picture (that no one actually sees), fill in a few blanks, give your phone number, and voila! They email you with a place and a time (you tell them when you’re available and the areas you can get to…you have to drive yourself) and you go. I think it would be a blast. Just for the excitement of the unknown. Even if you don’t find your ‘True Love’, you might make some great friends to go speed dating with! ♥♥♥♥

Last night I went to see 2012. It was my first time in a theater since I was 18.

It was so…loud. o_O

I loved it though. I was tensed up and didn’t blink for the entire movie!

It had awesome special effects, lots of people died, and the little girl was adorable.

I’ve never been one to study up on eschatology crap, but the movie made me look them up.

There are A LOT.

There was even a mention of a guy who was tripping out of his mind when he made predictions via a computer program. That made me giggle.

Yeah. So. I was going to write a long, drawn out blog about 2012 the movie and 2012 the end of the world, but…I don’t want to anymore.

That was last night.

Now I don’t care. -.-

It was a good movie. Go see it in the theater, yo.

Girly lately. I’m not sure why, but it’s definitely reflected on my wishlist. =/

Also, whenever I walk into my room my brain screams, ‘PINK OVERLOAD!’ and my mind goes entirely blank for a minute.

Colors are brighter than they appear in the picture.

I didn’t ‘finish’ the last one, but I may at some other point.

This is the original:



This is my edit (it took 6 hours):

I changed her hair and eyebrow color, did her makeup, put in the background, slimmed her face and fingers, changed her hair style, and made everything slightly dream like.

You’d better like it. -.-

The Sex and Chocolate Test at HelloQuizzy

Well. One day I was walking along a rainbow to say hello to this little leprechaun I met a few months ago. I ended up slipping on Indigo and falling down, down, down into a tiny black hole type thing. I ended up in a world that looked just like this, except it was made entirely of poo! The smell was atrocious. You can’t even imagine. Think of an outhouse that has tipped over and magnify that times 1,350. Yeah. That bad.

Anyway, so I was walking (read: slipping and sliding) around this horrible alternate universe when I came upon the cousin of the leprechaun I had been going to meet! He took me to a small bakery a few blocks away. We sat and talked while he sipped on a mug of Taco Diarrhea. I felt nauseous just watching him. It didn’t help that the smell kept wafting over to me. =/

He told me that he had accidentally fallen through the same black hole thing that I had 5 years ago. I was amazed at that. I asked him how he had adjusted to it so well. He said that once you’ve lived there long enough you got used to it. After awhile, it even becomes rather nice. You really only have two choices: You can eat and live, or you can starve and die. And starving to death was a very unpleasant experience.

I was convinced that I could find a way back to my world though. I refused all food and drink offered to me. There were all sorts of things. Stuff you would vomit just thinking about. My personal favorite was Diarrhea Parmigiana. Yeah. Just…yeah.

After 3 days of walking around in shit and smelling it constantly, I realized that it didn’t really stink anymore. It actually smelled somewhat pleasant. So I met up with Patrick O’Henry, the cousin of my friend in the other world, and he told me to try the Cocoa Caca drink the bakery was famous for. Somewhat queasy and quite a bit hungry, I gave in.

To my surprise, all I could taste was the chocolate! Apparently, once you get used to it, you can’t taste or smell the poo anymore. You only taste the excess parts that made the poo the way it was. I ended of gorging myself on stuff such as: Deep Fried Stool, Stir-Fried Shart, and (my personal favorite) Taco Diarrhea. It was spicy with just a hint of a mint. Yum!

One day, a few weeks later, I was walking in the city dump and I saw the edge of something smooth and inky black under a few clumps of dried poo. I was kicking them out of the way, and I ended up slipping on a patch of maggots into the blackness. I had found the black hole!

As soon as everything righted itself once again, I noticed something odd. It smelled horrible here. There was gas, garbage, pollution, dead animals, and bad cooking in the air. I almost threw up right where I stood. I went to meet my friend, Neal O’Henry, to tell him the news about his cousin and was surprised to see that the rainbow had bits and pieces of poo embedded in it! I quickly grabbed them and put them in my pockets before anyone could see me. Once I had told Neil the news, he cried and hugged me and told me he may as well go join Patrick in the other world. I said goodbye, wished him luck, and made my way home.

Once there, I immediately took a shower, found a book to read, and sat down with my poo to read. I sat there munching on the delicious morsels and thought to myself, ‘Once these are gone I shall have no more.’ It made me sad for a few seconds, but then I decided to immortalize the moment. I grabbed my camera, let a piece of poo melt a little on my tongue, and took a picture. I framed it and put it on my nightstand to always remind me of my time in a better world.

And that is the story of how to poo came to be on my tongue.

Today has been debate filled. The topic?

Whether or not I (or anyone else) should be allowed to choose who lives and who dies.

I know for most of you the answer would be, ‘Of course not! That’s insane!’.

A few others would add, ‘Only God/Allah/Zeus/Shiva/Anatolia/Vishnu/Imhotep/Guan Yu/Satan/Darth Vader can decide that.’

My argument for that is as follows…

There are people in this world who should have never been born. They bleed humanity for everything it’s worth. Every encounter they have leaves behind negative feelings. They are the scourge of the world.

There are…others…who live among us. They charm us with the smiles and witty remarks. But, behind closed doors, they are monsters. They brutalize children, torture defenseless animals, and lay down the foundation for future monsters.

When one of these monsters are caught and convicted they go to prison, but, eventually, they are released. And once a monster always a monster…

Not long from the time they are released, the monster feels the urge to play again. It’s an addiction, you know. And, like any other addiction, it creeps up on you and drives you insane with need. So the monster strikes again. Only more viciously this time.

If we had killed the monster when we trapped him, this would have never happened. Child beaters and molesters should get the death penalty, and if they don’t…well, we should be able to take care of them ourselves. It’s not much different than an angry mob marching to Frankenstein’s castle to kill the monster. Only this brand of monster is much worse than the fictional one.

What happens to the victims of the monster?

The children grow up mentally damaged. They feel guilty, dirty, rageful, and terrified. These feels grow over time, slowly turning the prey into the predator. Then there is a new monster to contend with. Perhaps a worse one.

Now, you may say that not all victims grow up to become a monster, and you’d be right.

But most do. It may be subtle at first, but if they get away with it one time…their need grows.

I was abused in every way as a child. But, I started therapy at 6. I’m still rather fucked up…if you can’t tell. Imagine the ones that never get therapy. Everything builds up inside until it needs to get out or the person feels they will implode.

What happens when they let go? What happens when they eventually turn into that monster; when they do the same thing that was done to them?

We send them to prison of course. What comes next again?

Oh, right. They get released. And the cycle starts all over.

If we had given the first monster the death penalty, the cycle would have been cut in half. Eventually, the cycle would become a straight line…with a beginning and an end.

But what about the silent monsters among us? The ones who have never been caught?

Surely there is someone who has noticed them. And what do they do?

They look the other way.

People seem to think that ignorance is bliss, but really ignorance is going to be the end of humanity. People don’t want to see the ugly side of the world. They just want rainbows and butterflies and to think that nothing bad will ever happen to them.

This is wrong. Very, very wrong. The world is a terrible place. It is also very beautiful. Where there is good, there is evil. Where there is light, there is dark. Where there are monsters, there are knights.

Thou Shalt Not Kill.

Why not?

I’m not saying we go around killing everyone who bothers us. I say we go around killing the evil people. People who commit crimes that start the vicious cycle. People that only bring negativity to the world around the them.

Yet it’s against the law, and the people who can slay the monsters don’t do so. Why can’t we take matters into our own hands and help make the world a better place?

Imagine if someone had seen Hitler for what he really was. Someone could have prevented millions of pointless deaths.

But they didn’t. Nobody cared enough to pay attention to the signs of an obvious mad man.

There should be exceptions to every law. Nothing is black and white. The majority of things in the world fall into the gray area.

I know some people would say, ‘Once you kill one person it becomes as easy as swatting a fly.’

You may be right.

But people have this thing called a conscious. Or most people do. We also have common sense. Hopefully. These things exist to keep us in check.

Others might say, ‘But I would feel guilty. Even if I killed a monster.’

That is because society has made you think this way. ‘Murder is bad. Killing people is wrong. Who are you to choose who lives or dies?’

Basically, we’re brainwashed. So what is going to keep happening is this:

My name is Sarah
I am but 3 
My eyes are swollen,
I cannot see
I must be stupid
I must be bad
what else could
make my daddy so
mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren’t ugly
Then maybe my
mommy would still
want to hug me
I can’t speak at all
I can’t do no
wrong
Or I’m locked up
all the day long
When I awake I’m
all alone
The house is dark
my folks aren’t home
When my mommy
does come
I’ll try and be nice
and maybe I’ll get just
one whipping tonight
Dont make a
sound
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
from Charlie’s Bar
I hear him curse
my name he calls
I press myself
against the wall
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I’m so afraid now
I’m starting to cry
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words
He says it’s my fault
he suffers at work
He slaps me and hits
me
And yells at me more
I finally get free
I run for the door
He’s already locked it
I start to bawl
He takes me and
throws me
Against the hard wall
I fall to the floor
with bones nearly
broken
My daddy continues
with more bad words
spoken
I’m sorry I scream
But now it’s to late
His face had been
twisted
Into unimaginable hate
The hurt the pain
Again and again
Oh god have mercy
Oh please let it
end
And he finally stops
He heads for the door
I lay there motionless
sprawled on the floor
My name is Sarah
I am but 3

Today my daddy

Murdered me.