Sick of Spam June 26, 2007

I have had the same hotmail account since 1997 so I am not new to spam.  I receive 20 to 30 spam e-mails everyday and an additional 20 to 30 messages go straight into my junk folder.  I get about 50 pieces of spam in my hotmail account everyday.

I have a yahoo account that I’ve had for about two years and just last week I started getting spam.  This disturbs me.  I only use that account for two things and one is this journal.  I have tried to unsubscribe to no avail.  I have tried writing back but everything bounces.  I hope these people die a fiery death.  If I wanted spam I would check my hotmail account!

Here they are:

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“Shaw, Dan” <Shaw3P@a13angels.net>  Add to Address Book  Add Mobile Alert
To:	hottgirl4real33@yahoo.com,  tmuntsinger@yahoo.com,  canindya@yahoo.com,  foker187@yahoo.com,  encpzmfojqtaeigumjxc@yahoo.com,  robinpenichter@yahoo.com,
Date:	Sat, 23 Jun 2007 15:32:56 -0800
Subject:	You are approved! Sat, 23 Jun 2007 15:32:56 -0800

Respond for your loan approval

Are you still paying too much for your current mortgage? 

Refiinance us lower rate. 

z.la/9mbki

“Love, while always forgiving of imperfections and mistakes, can never
cease to will their removal.” C.S. Lewis   

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here’s another one:
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“Major, Penny” <Elliot6M@commodoreplastics.com>  Add to Address Book  Add Mobile Alert
To:
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Date:	Tue, 26 Jun 2007 14:38:39 -0800
Subject:	Re: Mortage Approva1. Tue, 26 Jun 2007 14:38:39 -0800

Your loan application is waiting

Are you still paying too much for your mortgage? 

Refinancee with us 4 better rate. 

z.la/nkpi1

“The giving of love is an education in itself.” Eleanor Roosevelt

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Please make it stop.

/groan November 13, 2006

Over the weekend I called my family in Florida. You know, the ones that don’t like me. I talked to my Grandpa for ten minutes or so, mostly about hydraulic hoyer lifts and it went well. I talked to my aunt JoAnn, the MS one. She is as depressed as ever but still against assisted suicide. Yet, she has no wish list set up an Amazon. We actually talked for a long while. I got to talk to her about politics (she’s the only one I can really do that with) and she told me about the evil Charlie Christ. I told her about Brave New Brain. I really miss her, in everyway. I really love her and would do anything she needed me too. But she never asks.

Then there’s Grandma. I don’t even know what to say. She is tragically funny in a very mean-spirited way. I miss her but it can be a little like hugging a poisonous snake.

I was winding down from that saturday phone conversation today.
(They can sometimes leave me reeling for days.)
Either way, this is what was in my Outlook Express this afternoon: (From Grandpa)

It was good to hear from you. However, I did not hear any mention of a husband. What’s up? Remember that there is an empty house on our lot, if things become necessary. In fact, it would probably help us A LOT if you were there. You have had experience taking care of David, so you would be able to take care of JoAnn. get her up, put her to bed, etc. which is becoming a real chore for us. Judy does help a little, but the day to day care is up to us. We have a PT come in 3 times a week to move her legs around, a RN comes in 2 or 3 times a week to check on her blood pressure, etc. and an aide comes in twice a week to give her showers, etc., but the bulk of the work falls on your grandmother. I really don’t know what is going to happen in the future. Well, enough of my complaining. However, it is something to think about. You could work part-time at a local store for pocket money and live rent free. AND…. we don’t need goulashes for the rain.

The Date that Never Was October 25, 2006

Dandy.

Stay tuned.

I am very nice (comically Midwestern, really). Minnesotans are nice.

H

—–Original Message—–
From: ME
To: HIM

H
Yes I think tommorrow would be dandy.
I’m sorry about the use of dandy.
Now I’m embaressed and I can’t spell.
I can meet you there at 5.
M

H wrote:

M:

Would tomorrow work for you? Not sure about my schedule, precisely, but it could work if I got there on the early side, I think.

Mr. Funny Divey

—–Original Message—–
From: M
To: H
Sent: Wed, 25 Oct 2006 3:14 PM
Subject: Re:

H,

You’re pretty funny but it’s not that Dive-y. It’s just very small. I guess they probably advertise as an intimate bar. I just like it because there’s no one ever in there to bother you.

M

H wrote:

M:

Okay. I haven’t been to that bar. Is it dank enough for you? I am always up for a dive bar experience, as long as I am pretty sure I won’t get stabbed.

H

—–Original Message—–
From: M
To: H
Sent: Wed, 25 Oct 2006 12:03 PM
Subject: Re:

Either one I mentioned is great.

The Basil is small with a teeny dark smoking section. Usually I require that bars I frequent have jokeboxes but neither of these do.

Then again, there are other places.

H wrote:
Ha. Well, it’s another Life Skill that can be picked up. What is your fave bar around there?

—–Original Message—–
From: M
To: H
Sent: Wed, 25 Oct 2006 11:51 AM
Subject: Re:

No, I never learned.
I’m such a poor example of a smoker when it comes to party tricks!

~M

H wrote:
Well, darling, my name is H.

We can practice smoke rings together. Can you do those, Smoker Girl?

2006 April 14, 2006

You are and always will be (simply put) the most important single human being in my life. I care more, and feel better around you than anyone ever…I do now, and I always will.

That said…

You used to be so much more. I used to think of you as being a soul the gods would watch with amusement as you floated above their heads, drifting into time and space that no human had ever before occupied. Your soul danced above that of the gods and they envied you for it. They only permitted it because they started you off and as their creation they wondered how you could rise to levels never before seen by them by a lowly human.

You had the power to effect me in every positive way without discussion, or even conscious thought.You rewired my brain in all the positive ways without even meaning to.

I knew your faults. I knew you were human. I thought among other things at the least you could tell me anything and I could always trust you. Even if what you needed to say was hard on me.

The Neurosurgeon March 31, 2002

From: Ashan

You need to know right off the bat that I am notoriously poor at email communication. Maybe you gathered this from the noticeably absent response to your last email. You’ll just have to believe me when I say that this behavior is not only not personal but it also is irrespective of the importance of the email exchange. This is to say that I ain’t hot at responding to emails in a timely fashion, despite how important the email or person sending it is to me.

Make sense? It is often difficult for me to express myself, ya know, bein a virgo and all . This is especially true for emails.

So: I am happy to receive your emails, regardless of the content, and so you can write as uninhibited as you like. But only do so with the understanding that I’m a sucky pen pal. Really sucky, and it’ll piss you off, believe you me. There will certainly come times when you have invested a great deal of time composing an inspired letter and I won’t respond to it and you will resent me for it. When these times come (and again, they will come) please remember that I’m not trying to be a dick. I am just a sucky pen pal.

Eh, enough disclaimer, time for some juice:

I miss ya babe and I have been looking fwd to your visit. I stayed in Bethesda for some of this spring break that ends today. I was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling with the lights out and I thought of one of the times that we spent there together. Perhaps it was many times that had coalesced into a quintessential one, who knows. But I remember laying there with you, waxing philosophical. I remember that you were wearing a black one-piece stretchy thing of some sort, and that YES! came up. I remember admiring your strength, the way I still do now. Since then I have admired the strength of a few others but for the most part, I realized that these other people’s strengths were in coping with an unhealthy life that they had created for themselves. What I mean is that yes, they were strong, but in the way someone who self-mutilates himself is strong for withstanding the pain. That strength doesn’t count. It is a basic human requirement to be able to handle one’s own insanity and idiocy. Moreover, if that kind of strength is observed by an outsider, it is necessarily because it is a struggle for the coping person, which immediately invalidates that strength because ya shouldn’t have to struggle with your own humanity.

But you, you have the real strength. That kind of persistence of will is so evidently polar to that sick other kinda strength. You don’t fuck around, and I like that.

So till another time,

~ashan