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Dominatrix Knows Judo

Today is a good day because this site has finally been indexed by google. Ladies and gentlemen, I’m officially too legit to quit.

This will be a short one, but I did want to share something with you. I spy on you all on a regular basis. In the shower? No, but don’t I wish! I just spy on your internet tendencies. That friendly little counter on the bottom right of the screen is provided by statcounter, and on top of tracking how many visitors I’ve had (or at least how many times I’ve obsessively visited my own site), it also provides fun stats. I get to learn about visit lengths, visitor countries and cities, entry pages, exit pages, even what browser you’re using. Best of all, I get keyword analysis. See my title? That’s how some dude from Iowa found me. That just plain rules. I don’t know if you folks are having fun here, but I’m having a fucking ball.
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Anonymous said…
Nice.
By the way, I just installed a camera in my shower, big boy!
8:54 am
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