My name is Courtney.
The Internet is an endlessly fascinating, and often demoralizing, place. Sometimes it is even sorta spooky, like a digital ouija board or those ring shaped chicken flavored things that White Castle sells. The Internet knows what you want before you know what you want, which is both really convenient and also kinda gross. Case in point, I was just sitting here at my desk, you know, banking and shit, when I suddenly thought, “Hey, I really wish I was playing a video game that somehow involved a Roman orgy.” Boom, the Internet heard and responded by displaying this ad on an article I was reading. I’m going to spend the rest of the day wishing I was a little bit taller, wishing I was a baller, wishing I had a girl that looked good so I could call her. I’ll let you guys know how it turns out.
