What?

You expect me to actually WRITE something here?

Kids, that ship has sailed. My life is all about boxer mushes and internet porn. Simple. Shallow. Satisfying.

Most of the time.

So I logged into MySpace today - yes, I have a MySpace account. Sure most everything on MySpace is HTML gone horribly, horribly wrong. The digital equivalent of a teenage notebook cover, all arbitrary doodles and decorations and band porn and love notes from intellectually challenged Generation-Y types giving each other shout outs, peppered with the occasional cam whores and Philipino night club promoters. But, hey, let's be honest; it is pretty much the best place to troll for high school girls.

I digress.

I was checking in on MySpace and saw an advert for a site called Wealthymen.com. I'd offer a link but just giving them this much additional traffic already makes my stomach hurt. Basically, it's a dating site for women who want to meet men who make at least $100K a year.

Well, at least they are upfront about it.

This is just the kind of thing that makes me want to shut down my MySpace account. And move to Canada.

Ladies, if you really are this shallow, you don't need a website, you just need to move to OC. You will have plenty of company. Second, if you think $100K constitutes "wealthy," email me. You are probably easy AND dumb, and frankly, I haven't been laid in a while.

What? Too bitter?

Fine.

Have a little sweet.