to my reader from camarillo, california

I am so sorry to have disappointed you in your search on the Internet. I realize that you came to my site looking for something - something different, something exciting, something a little bit risque. And then Google sent you to this post, where you found only wrestling.

How you must have despaired to have been let down by our fine friends in Mountain View! Let me tell you this - you are not the first to be foiled by Google. My friend Annie - you probably stumbled across her name in that wrestling post, if your dismay allowed you that much - moved to Mountain View expecting city-wide WiFi. How very wrong she was. Almost as wrong as you were when you clicked on that link to unhappymedium.com.

I, too, am to blame for this regrettable state of affairs. I cannot possibly satisfy everyone in the wild swarm of cyberspace. And, like Katie Holmes faced with an objective analysis of her career options in the absence of an A-list husband, I've made my peace with it. But it hurts me to think that someone sought me out, taking care to type three carefully chosen words into a search engine, only to find something so unexpected - and so very, very yellow.

So my apologies to you, dear reader, for being reckless with my words, for not realizing that a few sentences dashed off in the heat-of-the-WWE-moment could have misled not only the Google webcrawlers, but also you. And I so dearly hope, the next time you wade into these Internetted waters, that you are not discouraged - and that you indeed find what you are looking for.

Even if that thing is "pre ejaculation diaper."

All my blogging best,
Elizabeth