Evidently, dirty talk has a world wide audience.
One of the nicer behind the scenes features of the blogging software I use is that it tracks where someone viewed the blog from.
And it turns out I am big in Eastern Europe and North Africa.
Moldova. Ever heard of it? Me neither. I am HUGE there. At least 3-4 people.
Slovenia. I am the MAN in Slovenia. At least 2 people there. (Mad props to all my homies in Ljubljana.)
There is a serious Bitter army out there.
2 dozen strong.
Sorry, if you were looking for an actual army out there, you are shit out of luck.
This blog is still largely unknown.
Which is both good and bad.
Bad in that all of this semi-obscene crap only hits a small audience.
Good in that all of this semi-obscene crap only hits a small audience.
Same reason, goes both ways.
And in the top 4 countries with the most viewership are as follows:
1. USA. (This one in a gimme, the USA is my home ground and it leads the world in useless blog writers and readers.)
2. Indonesia. (Not entirely sure where this country is, but they are a cultured, beautiful people and I plan to visit once I figure out where they are.)
3. Canada. (Despite my distaste of the Canadians as a people, they love me. Its kind of a love/hate relationship.)
4. United Kingdom. (And yet, I despise them more than the Canadians. I come from Irish militants, so this one is also a gimme.)
I already have a passport, so the only thing holding me back from heading out on the Bittermac.com world tour is the fact the International travel is massively expensive.
And if you thought this blog made more than $.50 a month, you are deluding yourself.
(Cheap dick jokes rife with thinly veiled misogyny and sociopathic undertones are not chart toppers on ANY advertisers wish list.)
Like I have said before, this tawdry little blog is like a literary hooker. Just do whatcha gotta do, avoid eye contact, and leave the money on the dresser on your way out.
Also like a hooker, don’t make the mistake of thinking I care.
Julia Roberts is just an actress and it was only a movie.
I am not and will never be the blogger with the heart of gold that will change your life.
Or maybe I am wrong.
Maybe, just maybe, there is a post somewhere in here that will touch you.
Hopefully in a good way, but possibly it will touch you in a bad way, like that uncle with sweaty palms that you hated being alone with.
Ok, I will be the first to admit that maybe I crossed the line with that last line, but it is what it is.
I see nothing wrong with hating both the player and the game.
A decent question is, why are we playing games to begin with?
Are you picking up what I’m putting down here?