Good lord

Here's one from the vaults that probably should be locked away forever and never allowed out of my closet again. I was sitting here on my wonderfully boring Saturday night with little to no motivation. I have photos to edit and boxes to pack but I just don't want to and you can't make me. Maybe I should write in my blog? It's been a while. Naaaa I haven't had much to write about. I did manage to horribly Photoshop a picture of a friend of mine into a wedding photo with this chick who totally disgusts him. Unfortunately I can't post it or she might see it and that would be bad. I value being alive and I can't even fathom the wrath of terror that would be brought upon my head. So in an attempt to avoid my blog (that's right, you heard me) I was going to check my email. I typed in hot and the suggestion box of links popped up with the obvious "Hotmail". I hit enter without completely following through. I didn't get hotmail, I got something far worse. I was rerouted to hotornot.com! Oh good god I thought. Here's a site of pure evilness. When it first hit the scene years ago (because the internet is a scene) I checked it out and thought it was funny. I spent a few hours rating people and contemplating the results. I am an evil rater as well, if someone looks like a jerk or completely conceited I will knock them down (I'm a girl so I'm eveil by nature). I'm sure to some people who post photos it's just funny but to others it's a last ditch effort for them to feel good about themselves or boost their egos. I'm curious how many suicides have taken place after someone didn't get the ranking they were hoping for. My point is that I decided one night to post a photo...just to see where I ranked. It really didn't matter to me either way, I'm comfortable in my skin and thought I'd be at least on the higher end of the spectrum. When I first posted it was a pretty normal photo but a flattering one none the less. I remember checking it and being confused. I think I had ranked around a 6. I posted a more sexy photo and as expected my ranking shot up to a 9.5. I used this as leverage in conversations because of the outright silliness that is "Hot or Not". Someone would say something to me and I'd just be like "Oh yeah...well Hot or Not says I'm a 9.5 so neener neener neener." or some crap like that. Eventually the novelty of it all wore off and I forgot all about it. That is until now. I don't even know how many years it's been, 4 or 5 at least. It took me a couple tries to remember my password but I finally got it. Immediately a photo of a scary lady pops onto my screen with the words "Do you want to meet her yes or no?" Oh hell no! Blech..Ptewey. Are these people still as rediculous as I remember them being? OH yeah, trailer park goodness is alive and well on the internet and I'm about to have a rendezvous. I checked my stats, my 9.5 has now dropped to a 6.7. Times have changed; being hot now seems to require a thong and a Myspace account. The dilemma of the evening is do I post a current photo to test the system again? Surely if I do I will most likely forget all about it again for another 5 years? Hmmmm? Maybe the one where I'm being silly, they'll love that. I now have something completely pointless to waste my evening away. Thank you Hot or Not, you have once again cured my boredom momentarily.

7-9 Update;
I just went back to hotornot and now it's asking me if I want to meet this guy! eek! I'm sure he's got a great personality. Besides...I'm happily married, so, sorry dude I have to say no. As for my score so far I've been bumped up to a 7.9...not sure how that happened with the photo I posted. It must be my infectious stupidity. Oh sheesh, the havoc continues, I just went to my profile on there and I was 24 so it's been longer than I thought. It's been 5 years! And my "meet me" button was active which means because I logged in it has tossed me into the singles area...don't want that, it's been FIXED! Awww but if I leave it active I can shamelessly advertise my blog or flickr or website. Damn, I think my evilness is shrinking (or I really do love my man).