Trimmed the blogs I was following from 300+ to 120ish. I needed focus on tumblr. Which seems like trying to calm down a crackhead right after a hit. It’s nearly impossible on a website designed to have multiple points of stimuli.
As you can tell, I’ve been less than active for quite some time. It comes down to the wizzing feeling you get on tumblr and the expectation to post. Fuck if I care anymore. It was taking hours from my life looking at people who could give a damn about me but wasted as much time posting things up. So it’s time to see if I can reign this bad boy in by unfollowing the ungodly people I’ve amassed.
Reasons for removal include:
I might like your cute selfies, but you’re taken and and you have plenty of horndogs after you. Let’s be fair, you get off posting nudes. However you want to coat it, it is something you like to do. It’s an ego stroke. There are your detractors, but otherwise is does a body good. Especially when you’re not sure about yourself. Sorry about the generalizations and people will be butt hurt, but if you don’t like it, unfollow me and have a nice day.
There is only some so much porn I can stand. Seriously. I don’t mind tasteful stuff (that’s an oxymoron). But god damn, I don’t see to see an endless scroll of scrotums ramming a girl in a tight shot six days from sunday. I’m also tired of coke can cocks. I’m not afraid to say hey, I’m less than average in size but damn I know how to use it. Complainers. Endless complains about trivial trysts and tawdry tantrums. Your followers might care, but I don’t. Be an adult and figure it out in your head, rather than be soothed and pampered like a toddler. If you want to whine, go buy a chihuahua.
Gifs of cartoons with nothing of intelligence. Sorry kids, most of your cartoons in the last 10 years could have been written by a dropout. Special shout out to pokeman lovers because that was equally as awful but somewhat forgivable because no one expected top notch television from 3 trainers that look like they skipped a formal education.
Off the wall posts so far out there coming from exceedingly boring people. You read their self statements and realize if it weren’t for these wild posts, they’re as plain as low fat splenda sweeted vanilla. Walk into their homes and you see a couch, a tv, a bed, zero books, maybe some family photos. They’re average and just want to pretend for one second, they’re more interesting than they are. But to be interesting, you have to be somewhat unbalanced. Go figure.
Childhood fetishism. I know it sounds great to go back to childhood. No responsibility, play all day long, all the awful cartoons you can watch. But I don’t need you walking me through your childhood on tumblr. Actually, no one does. If you want to walk me through it, write a book for children. That would be far more productive and at least I’d have nothing to retort other than fuck, at least you tried.
I must be extra ornery today. With that, I take a bow and exeunt. End Transmission.