The Most Important Opinions

No offense to all my wonderful readers who've been kind enough to stop by and let me know they like the new look, but you all don't matter a hill of beans compared to my critics.  Specifically, Sheri, Mike, and Sveta.

Sheri actually took the time out of her busy schedule of making more money than I can ever hope for and getting fucked sixteen ways to Sunday by her boss to drop me a line and let me know that she liked the X over my ass.  "Classy," were her words.  Yes, she is fucking her boss.  I'm not sure when it started, but according to her, he's married, has two kids, and she and he boff like rabbits after closing time every day.  

One thing you should understand about Sheri; she doesn't think it's cheating because she's not having a relationship with this guy.  To her, it's like he's masturbating, only with help.  Me, I have several problems with what she's doing, but I am not her, as tests have repeatedly confirmed.  At first I thought she was sleeping her way to the top, but she said no, actually he wasn't treating her any differently, she'd been passed over for promotion a few times, she was just fucking him because right now she really liked fucking him.  I admit, from her description, I can see the attraction.  And there's the whole risk-taking aspect of things that she enjoys (and I don't not enjoy).  She seduced him by inter-office-memo-ing him a photocopy of her ass with a note on the back that said, "How about it?"  Sometimes you've just got to love my crazy sister.

Mike, from his gallivanting about, made it to a computer and said, "I liked the green better, I think."  You can't please everyone.  "But the blue is nice too."  It's purple, Mike.  Purple.  "Did Sveta take that pic?  I wish I had been there; we could have given them something more interesting to look at."  Like me naked isn't interesting enough.  Sheesh, boys, go fig.  I kid him.

I also don't really know where he is.  He's traveling, possibly looking for jobs (of course he's looking for jobs far away, of course), possibly just having a good time with his summer.  He invited me and Sveta to come along, but for various reasons we didn't, not least of which because I'm really not a traveler.  And poor.  And busy.

The last time I heard from him, he'd had a grand old time in his last port of call.  Got two coeds to come back to his hotel room with him, ended up spending a whole day in the room just fucking.  Mike is definitely up to that challenge.  The only details I have at the moment are that at one point one of the girls answered the door for room service completely naked, which sounds like a dream come true for some lucky hotel employee but was probably just awkward.  It only works like that in pornos.  Still, I wish I could have been there to witness it, among other things.

And of course, last but not least, my partner in crime in this whole escapade, Sveta, who has known about the changes for about as long as I have.  She has quite the graphic sense.  She helped with the colors, took the photos, and gave me her opinion on it a few times.  Originally, I had a border which was violets, but Sveta pointed out that it didn't really fit the waves theme of the header.  We tried some other things, including seashells, but I didn't want to make it aquatic.  The waves, to me, are more symbolic than anything else.  Maybe I'm diving into them, maybe they're coming up from my head; I don't honestly know.  Anyway, we settled on the stylized waves, although I did come up with the red accents.

So Sveta obviously likes the design.  So much so that yesterday she came over and checked it out with me for about a minute before things got too distracting and we wound up having to make love on the floor by the computer.  Dad came in and said, "One of two things needs to happen here: either you need to get out so I can work, or you need to go to my room so you can keep me from working in more comfortable surroundings.  Guess which option we chose?

But prior to that, Sveta, in fact, was foolish enough to pose for you in some exciting undergarments as she viewed a webpage with which you may be passingly familiar.  I'd say that's a ringing endorsement.  Look at that.  Aren't I lucky?

Anyway, that's the critic's corner.  Keep sending any critiques you may have, because despite my joking at the top, I really do care what people think.  Can you read the text?  Do you like the colors?  Would you prefer I had left the X somewhere else so my posterior could be completely denuded?  Of course you would.  But I'm classy.