The Blacklist

I've become bitter in my not-so-old age.

~Lynx

The cold and the damp and the rain and yes, even the snow show no signs of succumbing to the more anticipated heat which accompanies the summer season.

I'm getting bitter and somewhat miserable, I'm waiting for the 80 and 90 degree weather, where I can sit in the sun or venture into the pool.

Instead there will be frost yet again tonight, and it snowed this weekend!!

Some of you will notice the deletion that occurred on our MySpace.. While others are too busy with their fucking heads up their ignorant asses to realize they've been included.

I find it very sickening.

When we started the MySpace, I had, for a fleeting moment, the idea that maybe, just maybe some decent people would be met. I was wrong. Not only was I wrong, but not even indecent people were met.. As if so, you'd see them listed here.

I'm disappointed in the lot of you. And frankly, if it were entirely up to me, the vast majority of you would be thrown to the wayside and replaced with willing participants. Not boring, horny, one-track-minded men, who clearly only come to MySpace for a little T&A (I know, a shock!), which you obviously didn't get.

This saddens me deeply. Why? Because you're simply reinforcing my current belief that men totally suck. Can't trust 'em, can't love 'em, can't count on 'em.. Actually, they're fucking useless.

I'd be a lesbian if I liked women any better.

So there. That's what I have to say.

"Fuck you", doesn't even begin to cover it.

All My Love,
Lynx

We are currently looking for a third, fourth, fifth (there's no limit really) member of our blog.

There are a few rules, but don't worry, they're nothing you can't handle because I don't take kindly to rules and I handle them fine...

Oh wait. I helped write them! Hahahaaaa!

Anyway, here goes:

1. Thou Shalt Remain Incognito. This means that while you must tell us who you are (simply because we have to add you to the ranks), you are not to tell anyone else. Not your mother, your father, your friends, your siblings, maybe not even your dog.. But I may consider your dog as able to keep a secret, because I know how loyal they are. Nobody is to know. This means you are to come up with a unique name that is not correlated with one you're using anywhere else.
The reasons behind this are simple - you are thoroughly encouraged to say whatever you want on the blog. You'll note the subtitle is "Where Foul Language, Brutal Honesty, and Carrying Everything to the Extreme is ALL We do". This is the truth to the greatest extent. And your identity is safe with us.

2. Thou Shalt Not Be Revolting. This simply means that we will not allow (in contradiction to #1's "whatever you want") any posts with any hint of suggestion to things such as: Child Abuse, Animal Abuse, Rape, Pedophilia, or Bestiality. These are obviously disgusting. At the moment there is nothing else I can think of to add to this list - but we reserve the right to edit this list anytime we see necessary. I don't foresee much placed on this list as we value our right to freedom of speech, regardless of whom it may offend.

3. MySpace. You are not required to have a MySpace profile to go along with your blog identity, but you are not to use your current one either for purposes related to the blog. The choice is yours whether or not to make another.

That's it!



More may be added, but I doubt it. We just reserve the right to do so.


Don't respond to this blog entry, as logic would have it that doing so would blow your anonymity. Email us at

dear.blacklist.babes@gmail.com

OR - you can message me through my MySpace profile.

We look forward to hearing from you soon!

Impatiently,
Lynx

It's a foul fucking day. I need something to bitch about, but I have nothing yet...

Tread Lightly,
Lynx

I have never before heard of "Riot Dyke" but I can thank Jerry for broadening my horizons, yet again.

Hysterical.

Springer Fan,
Lynx

We are.. And judging from the responses to our disappearances, so are you. What's the fucking hold up people?

We know why we've been M.I.A., but for you, there's just no excuse.

Sincerely Spiteful,
Lynx