I've begun to notice a disturbing pattern in my emails. A good portion of anyone's inbox will naturally be comprised of advertisements. Some are of the SPAM variety, others may be from mailing lists one's joined. This morning I discovered an email from a mailing list I'd joined a number of months ago, a mailing list which, until recently, had rarely sent me anything of note. The subject line read: Love yarn? YOU'LL LOVE THIS!
Which inevitably started a chain reaction in my brain that began like this:
*Inner monologue*
Love yarn? Are you a cat?
Very funny, I know. My amusement soon turned to terror when I realized that my online proclivities probably had something to do with receiving those ads... and that my internet self (or iSelf for short ((fuck you, Steve Jobs, it's mine!))) did not reflect the kind of person I wanted to be!
All my tortured brain could imagine was how the other citizens of the interwebs viewed me, and it was not good.
Perhaps I was just in search of my double-rainbow? Or maybe, just maybe, I was secretly yearning (not yarning) for some good, old fashion baby-stomping?
Which inevitably started a chain reaction in my brain that began like this:
*Inner monologue*
Love yarn? Are you a cat?
Very funny, I know. My amusement soon turned to terror when I realized that my online proclivities probably had something to do with receiving those ads... and that my internet self (or iSelf for short ((fuck you, Steve Jobs, it's mine!))) did not reflect the kind of person I wanted to be!
All my tortured brain could imagine was how the other citizens of the interwebs viewed me, and it was not good.
This is unacceptable.
I needed an internet fetish I could take pride in! But where to turn? Was I a closeted furry, just waiting for the right fox/man to pass me by?
Oh baby.
It's definitely this one.
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