Just so you know: “zombie love”. 700 impressions. I couldn’t make this stuff up.
“Dirty sex.” I’m ranked 210th in all of google for dirty sex. That takes you here:
Yeah. It doesn’t get any hotter or dirtier than that, baby.
“Graveyard Sex.” And I thought I was being so original. Thanks for disillusioning me, Google.
“Two people, far away.” This depressing thought just brings one to my front page.
“Imaginary people.” Takes you to my About Me page. Because, apparently, I don’t exist.
“I Love Him Quotes” leads one, naturally enough, to… my writing blog?
“St Chara Developers,” which Google tells me is a company providing vacation rental properties in Cyprus leads one to my posts on “character development.” Which is practically the same thing.
“Shuffle Dance Logo.” I can’t even figure out what that is. Or what a person would need it for. But, unfortunately for them, they will simply find a post about how my iPod shuffle helps me write.
“Licker Zombie.” Why? Just, why? The very wise Penrefe tells me in the comments what a “Licker Zombie” is. And, it’s UGLY.
“Good Teen Handwriting.” Is that something one can find on the internet? All they get here is my link licker posts. Which, in fact, are pretty awesome. And inappropriately amusing, more often than not. Ironically, this post will be included in that tag. The inappropriately amusing one.
Between that and my inability to not remark on strange search terms and how Google finds every wrong opportunity to pimp my blog, it’s becoming a sad vortex of searching and clicking on things that have absolutely nothing to do with my blog.
Update 3/31/11: It just gets better…