“Hello Dear,
With Respect,
Permit me to inform you of my desire of going into business relationship with you.
I know this mail may come to you as a surprise, since we have not known or written before.
Afer you receive this mail kindly contact me on my private Email contact below. introducing myself, I am Wilson Atta Mamadou, the Only Son of the late Atta Mamadou, my father was a gold and cocoa mercahnt based in accra, Ghana and Abidjan (Ivory Coast), he was poisoned to death by his business associates on one of their business trips recenty.
Before his death, he called me bedside him and told me that he has the sum of $6.500,000USD deposited in one of the prime bank here in abidjan ivory coast, that he used my name being the only child as the next of kin in deposited fund.
I will need your assistance as follows;
1) To assist me in retriving this money from the bank.
2) To serve as the guardian of this fund.
3) To make arrangement for me to come over to your country to further my education and to secure a residential permit in your country.
Moreover, I am willing to offer you 15% of the total sum as compensation for your effort/input after the successful transfer of this fund to your nominated account overseas.
Reply to my private e-mail box below: ( wilson.atta2008@rocketmail.com )
Anticipating to hear from you soon.
Awaiting your urgent reply.
Regards,
Wilson Atta Mamadou.
Reply to my private e-mail box below: ( wilson.atta2008@rocketmail.com )”
I do not have enough spam in my email, apparently.
I now am lucky enough to get it here. What’s up with this crap?!
It’s strange the things I have no problems being open about, and others I’m selective and feel it’s a “private” part of my “real” life and there’s a “Do Not Enter” sign.
That said, I’ve in general been pretty open about the fact that I’ve “suffered” from ED-NOS for many years. It’s never been a body issue, but a control issue. Another form of OCD. Part of this is calroie counting. Everything I eat, drink, season, spice, sugar, change in any form is counted and added to a daily total. Along with what time I ate, got up, and eventually slept (if at all) to determine how my eating habits are and how, if at all, they are effecting my daily activities. It used to be a form of micro-management. A form of trying to be a “perfect” weight and size that I thought was right. (5′7″ 110lbs. No more, no less. I’ve been less, and more, never quite at that exact weight, go figure.)
I’m over that particular obsession and addition with this, thankfully. Now, I count, weigh, measure and level out everything to make sure that I eat enough each day not to fall into “bad habits”. I make sure that I do enough to counter or use everything I eat. The less I’m doing that day, the less I’ll eat. Even though this isn’t exactly a good one, either. But, I’ve been this way since I was 8. It’s like second nature.
I average between 900 and 1,100 calories a day. Example: Today 880.
My new addiction? My Daily Plate For the little things that you’re never exactly sure on, like, California Seadless Grapes, Black. It’s not like it says on the bag how many calories per serving. My Daily Plate fixes that for you. It’s amazing.
Yeah. I’m addicted.
But I’m also okay with that.
(Hey, lookie, I updated!)
The site goes down in a big ball of flames.
*poof* Exit, JS.
Magic! Angels singing! Amen! It’s back! The bastard child of JS and Wordpress! Praise Jesus. Etc. Etc. Etc. Though, strangely enough I had gotten to the point before the poof of not really caring or having much time to log in anyways. Then when it was gone, it wasn’t even a thought TO log in. Now that it’s back, I forget. Come to JS? Say what? You mean that site that died? Hmm. Emails from the site remind me it’s still slobbering all over itself in an attempt to grow.
Fun times, man.
Fun times.
So, what’s the booze like in this place?
GE just told me, I had to come check it out for myself.
I’m actually kind of, impressed.
Now, that’s something that hardly ever happens. Swoot.
Morphine