Do Not Want

You know, I thought I was fully prepared for the level of shit I would be dealing with today. I already knew that when I got into to work I had a massively fucked up problem to solve. I knew that it was a Thursday, and thus only horrible things would happen.

But I wasn't prepared for the horror that was awaiting me in my inbox. How could I be? Nothing could prepare you for such a horror.

It's not just that I'd gotten more spam from amazon about badly written porn for sexually frustrated and mentally retarded middle aged women "romance" novels. It was this:

Just sitting there, calmly in the middle of the list. Almost innocuously. Like there's nothing wrong.

If you think I'm overreacting here, just take a look at the title of the book again. Consider the implications.

Amazon is sending me adverts for ABORTION FETISH PORN.

Seriously, what the fuck have I done? Wasn't reading that book punishment enough in itself? Why must I be tormented further. Hounded for the rest of my days by spam pushing the sort of mindlessly semi literate perversion that even the internet pretends it doesn't really exist.

I don't even know where I can go from here. Life is over, nothing has any meaning. But I can't even kill myself. Because then I'll just get spam for suicide fetish porn. I know I keep saying this, but....