Human Spam Waste
I am mean. I am evil. I do not like spam. Especially the disgusting no good human spam. The smell of that odor kills my senses. It is making me ill as I am typing. I don’t care too much about robotic automated spam. My spam filter can catch it. I just don’t like to deal with the worst type of spam. I really don’t want to monitor human mental waste. Please don’t come here to my blog to dump your wasteful thoughts. I do read every single comment. I accept tasteful criticism. However, if you come here just to attack or post a very negative comment to belittle me, to show how your backwards mentality works, than by all means, go ahead, you are only spam. So spam away. I don’t care. The more you spam, the more my spam filter will enjoy eating your sorry childish writing. So please, keep spamming so I can laugh at your stupidity.
If you think this is unfair, than no it is not. It is my site, I paid for the domain name. I pay for monthly hosting. I created the site. I post here daily dumping my thought for the world to read. Yet, I control who can comment. You got something intelligent to post than great. If this bothers you, than I can solve this once and for all. I will block your IP address from even viewing my site. That’s more fair right?
Anyone got a problem with it?






I remember when I was 18. I first came to University. I didn’t know anyone. I was in this strange little world. I didn’t know who to talk to. For three weeks I was getting adjusted. Than it was club’s week at the University. I decided to join the Arab club. I was very patriotic and it was a good chance to meet educated Arabs at the University. I joined, and I went to the first meeting. Many Arabs were there. Arabs that I would never in a million years think they are Arabs. Than I sat there. Didn’t know anyone. I didn’t look like I belonged within this crowd. I looked very young with my dark skin and large eyes. I didn’t speak Arabic well. I am bilingual but I lost the Arabic speech as I lived in USA isolated from Arabs for so long. So I sat there. As the meeting began I saw him. The mysterious guy that I would be in love with for years to come. I saw him and it was love from first sight. The mysterious look. The unusual charisma. The smile. Everything I ever wanted. The days passed and I would see him around. I never talked to him. Never dared to say a word. Yet as I walked by him or close to him, I would see his eyes meeting mine. A paused look at each other. No facial expressions. Just a gazed look. Nothing more.

