Moving Day!

I'm abandoning Blogger. I hate it. So, I'm moving back over to Wordpress. Update accordingly. Or not.

Oh, Nigerian Scammers, How I Love THee

Mrs Lisa Benedict
22 spring field london uk
Reply to - lisabenedict55@gmail.com

Dear Beloved

I crave your indulgence at this mail coming from somebody you have not know before. I
decided to do this after praying over the situation. You should please consider the transaction

and its content and not the fact that you have not known me before.
I would like to introduce myself as Mrs. Lisa Benedict , from UK. I am married to Mr.Nirvina
Benedict from London who worked with Chevron/Texaco Oil Company London for Fifteen
years before he died in the year 2002. We were married for eighteen years without a child.

He died after a brief illness that lasted for only four days. I Decided not to re-marry or get a
child outside my matrimonial home which the Bible is against. When my late husband was
alive he deposited the sum of ($25 Million) (Twenty Five Million Us Dollars)with a Bank in
London,Presently this money is still in the custody of the Bank in London. Recently, my Doctor told me that I would not last for the next Eight months due to cancer problem.

Having known my condition I decided to donate this fund to a
church,organization or good person that will utilize this money the way I am
going to instruct herein.

I want an organization or good person that will use this fund for orphanages, widows... l took this decision because I don't have any child that will inherit this money. I am not afraid of death hence I know where I am going.I don't need any telephone communication in this regard because of my health. As soon as I receive your reply I shall give you the contact of the Bank in London.

I will also issue you an authority letter that will prove you the present beneficiary of this fund. I want you and the church or the organization also take 20% of this fund for your effort, always pray for me because the lord is my shepherd.

My happiness is that I lived a life of a worthy emulation. Please always be prayerful all
through your life.And do not delay in your reply and please assure me that you will act
accordingly as I Stated here in. i will like to have your name and phone number.

Hoping to receive your response immediately.

Thanks and Remain blessed.
l remain yours.
Mrs Lisa Benedict.
Please reply to my private email on: lisabenedict55@gmail.com
lisabenedict@sify.com

I would also like to thank Gmail for telling me this helpful tidbit: "Warning: This message may not be from whom it claims to be. Beware of following any links in it or of providing the sender with any personal information." Thank you. Without you, I might have emailed Mrs. Lisa Benedict back. After all, she's just giving away 25 million US dollars! I mean, who does that? Kind hearted cancer patients, that's who. Kind-hearted cancer patients who use the letter 'z' in the word organization, even though she's "from UK".

Can someone in London tell me if that's a real addy? Anyone?

Holy Shit, Is It Really September?

Fuck

People!

Inglourious Basterds! Go see it! It was seriously fantastic movie and even though I find Bradley Jolie-Pitt to be a bore and over-exposed, I loved his character. I pretty much loved every damned Basterd. The entire thing was pretty freaking brill.

It also made me miss my German language class. Is that weird?

Ok, I Need To Rant

*I wish people would stop being like "So, when's the new book coming out? Are you writing another one? Why can't you just sit down and write something?" or when I tell them to leave my ass alone because I am actually trying to get something accomplished, they're all like "Oh, so you were just lying, you're not really writing, you're just sitting there looking at the computer!" For the fuck of shit, leave me alone! Writing does not equal continuous typing at the keyboard nor does it mean I can just sit down and bust something out on a whim. I wish I could, but I can't. Sorry. I'd like to see you do any better.

*Thank you, you ancient crone of a doctor, I had no idea my ass has expanded since leaving the military. You know, cause my clothes not fitting anymore wasn't a clue or anything. The more you remind me I'm a fatty fat fat, the more I shirk my exercise, just out of spite, you evil whore.

*I hate work and I don't want to go back.

*Men need to stop dressing like overgrown frat boy douchebags.

*And is it just me, or is every woman on Mad Men really teeny tiny, with the obvious exception of Joan, who's figure I envy?

Okay, sorry, I needed to get that out. Let me throw up some pics of my BFF and the best Bond girl eva!, Eva Green, who is more awesome than anyone I know. It's been a while since I did that. I will then return to my hibernation.

She's so fucking fierce.

Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow

Okay, I'm not really parting. But I am going to be a lot more sporadic with my postings and whatnot. See, I have school starting up and I'm working on this novel thingy on top of working a full time job and keeping my house in a somewhat tidy manner. I'll also be MIA sometimes from your wonderful corner of the interwebs. I'm really sorry, I am, but if I ever want to be able to leave my craptastic job, this is something I have to put my focus on. You understand, don't ya?

Well, if I leave a pic of Stringer Bell, will you forgive me?
Dude has been popping up in almost every damn movie I've watched in the past couple of weeks. I'm not complaining, mind you, 'cause homeslice is foine. And, I still haven't finished The Wire. I need to get on that

My Cat Is Teh Cuteness

She runs upstairs to "tell" on the neighbor's cat every time he jumps onto my car to bask in the sun. Then she runs back downstairs with me in tow, "telling" me every few seconds to hurry my ass up so I can yell at the neighbor's cat. At least, that's what I believe she's telling me.

My God, I have become one of those people; telling you all stories about my cat as if Molly were my kid. I won't even go into how she's so obnoxious every time I get on my computer and has to put her head right on my arm until I pet her so I can't really get anything done.

My little rat