Forgotten by Spambots

Five days. That’s all the time the mighty internet of spambots needed to forget that I exists. I feel ignored like that drunken guy that wants to be everybody’s best friend. People tend to look to the other way and make their “He’s just drunk you know” face. I’ve seen it in the eyes of The Internet.

The reason? Not a single spam caught in akismet for five days. I’m lost at sea here. Come back internet spambots. Come back! I didn’t mean what I said! Was it something I did? Please. I’m not that drunk.