I sometimes forget to check the spam folder in my inbox and finally did so tonight.
You know what I learned? My life is a mess. I am, apparently, overweight, single, and broke. I’m in dire need of a credit line and unless I score on eHarmony, ain’t no Valentine’s Day gifts coming my way unless I order them for myself. I’ve spared you the ads for penis implants, viagra, and hot Asian chicks (which I assume is not a reference to some kind of esoteric soup with claws in it).
I wonder to myself. Is this what the digital revolution was all about? Billions of bytes about peckers and creditors, hoochies and hotties, fat and pharma?