Okay, people, it’s time I come clean on the REAL reason I hate forwards. It’s not because I’m tired of seeing cheating spouses get what they deserve, seeing pictures of wet cats*, announcements telling me not to buy gas on a certain day (which, by the way, won’t work) or even people telling me to put my cell phone on a no-call list.

It’s because the Forwarders of the World (FW:) don’t realize the damage they do when they To: or CC: everyone in their address book.

Let me back up. When I give you my email address, I trust you not to give it to a spammer. I trust you to use it to communicate with me.

But when you send a forwarded message to everyone in your Address Book, you are effectively broadcasting your email Address Book to everyone. And when one of your friends forwards the message to everyone that they know, they are sending my email address to places I never wanted it to be.

And sooner or later, a spammer gets hold of the list. And because of this forward, all of us get crap-loads of spam. All because of a dumb picture of a wet cat.

So, Forwarders of the World, here is the solution:

You can send me all the silly forwards that you want, but you must do three things:

1) in the To: field, put your own name.
2) in the BCC: field, put everyone you want to send this message to.
3) if there are a bunch of other email addresses in the message, delete them. Don’t spread other people’s email addresses.

This way, no one gets hurt and we can all enjoy a funny picture or two.

Thank you.

*okay, I really am tired of seeing wet cats

To whom it may concern:

I need to meet with a Cingular Rep in regards to my old accounts, 794495268 and 761763059, being closed improperly between 09/19/05 and 12/18/05. All phones on two accounts were supposed to have been moved over to the new accounts 8——– and 8——–, respectively. These two bills were then referenced on a WIN CD that I received.

Unfortunately, all phones were not moved over from 794495268 and 761763059 to the new accounts.

761763059 retained 5 phone of the phone numbers from my 30,000 minute plan, and I was billed for this. When I called on 11/11/05, I was told that they would all be moved off of the old account to the new one. This did not take place completely, and the next month I had two phones still on this bill. I had to call again in early December to finally get these phones moved off, and it was not until the 11/19 through 12/18 bill that these last two were finally removed. And again, I was charged for a 30,000 minute plan.

794495268 retained 2 phones, and I was charged for a 20,000 minute plan for 2 phones. When I called on 11/11/05, I was told that they would all be moved off of the old account to the new one. This did not take place completely, and the next month I still had the two phones still on this bill, and I had to call again in early December to finally get these phones moved off, and it was not until the 11/19 through 12/18 bill that these last two were finally removed. Needless to say, I was again charged for a 20,000 minute plan.

My reference numbers for these phone account move requests on 11/11 are:

794495268 confirm # 499 325

761763059 confirm # 499 328

All this having been said, all I have wanted from the get-go was one bill, and a live, local customer service rep that I could deal with. Instead of one bill, I had four. My customer rep quit halfway through the process of transferring these bills to one account, and I was never introduced to a new rep.

I have no problems paying for all charges in regards to these phones EXCEPT for the bank of minutes. There is no reason why some but not all of my phones should have transferred. The two 7xxxxxxxxx accounts were supposed to be closed the minute that the 8xxxxxxxxxx series accounts opened.

I have no problems paying any associated usage fees with regards to these phones, or for paying for hardware, taxes, etc. But I do not accept that it is mine or my companies fault that Cingular could not close two accounts, move all the phones, and open two new ones correctly. I feel it is ridiculous to suggest that my company pay for $7000+ worth of minutes because of this.

Today I received a call from a collections agency in regards to these two 7xxxxxxxx accounts. Oddly enough, just last week I signed off an a $36,000 check to Cingular for the new 8 series accounts (3 months worth of service). But no one from Cingular ever contacted me about these old bills, not even by mail. These accounts went straight to collections.

So, in conclusion, I need to talk to a Cingular Rep that I can work with on getting this billing situation straightened out as soon as possible. And long-term, I need a local Cingular Rep that will work with me so that I can order new phones, accessories, get Caller IDs changed, etc. I get this sort of coverage from my other vendors and I feel that with the money that my company spends on your services, this is very least that I should expect.

Thank you,

Sean MC

This is from someone we all know and love…

Of Mice and Men

The two characters I chose for my movement study in Of Mice and Men were Lennie and George. We’ll start with Lennie. I saw the actors’ movement choices as very confused. By that I mean he made it seem as if Lennie did not know what to do next. Very clumsy, loose, and an almost stop-motion animated movement choices related the character wonderfully, in my opinion. I Went with animal images to look for in the performance. I saw in Lennie a cow. Big, dumb, clumsy, and complacent, he very much reminded me of that animal. Another thing I noticed about the actors’ movement choices was that when Lennie was proud, he was very erect, but when was ashamed or scared, he slumped quite a bit. This brought the performance a very real quality.

George, on the other hand, was very, well, quick. His movement choices were very direct. In addition, when George was tense, he moved very little, and when he did he moved stiffly. When relaxed his movements were almost languid. When he became angry, his movement shouted, and flailing fist-pounding abounded. I thought that these varied movements indeed helped make George more real to the audience. I saw, in George, a cat, the reasons ones I named above.

In my opinion, both of these actor’s movement choices helped their performances. I’ve seen Of Mice and Men done three different times, and this was by far the best interpretation I’ve seen done. I think a lot of that hinged on their movement. After all, if it doesn’t move like a real person, it can’t be a real person, right?

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hi
hello.
so, any new email?
i don’t know i haven’t checked
well, why don’t you check…
why aren’t you at coffee
because I’ve been sitting here since I got off the phone with you answering email from work.
cause i want to talk to you do you need to finish your email reading instead
no, I’m done, I was just about to get off.
to complicated for a begginer
You can check your email and chat eith me at the same time…
of, well, okay. so what’s up?
nothing honey
ha
I tell you what< how about if I check your mail while we talk???
:P
ha ha ha
my estrogen would kick your testosterone’s ass
but seroiusly folks, what cha doing on the computer?
i was going to find out when that band plays again
yeah, if you estrogen would ever see me,then maybe it would get a chance to kick my ass.
i am sorry i feel dumped
what are you talking about?
its an expression the same as down in the dumps
well, if you are depressed, then why don’t you want me to come over?
dumps bring other people down with them
i have to many things to do and no desire to acomplish them
unhuh. sounds hokey to me… Okay, maybe not hokey, but i think you should elaborate… I mean you almost never tell me how you feel, are you aware of that?
no i thought i did
no, I asked you several times to explain and you never really idicated to me that you were depressed. Why? do you know?
i don’t know if it is deppression its just a horrible case of no motivation which i assume could be classified as down in the dumps
you, my dear, have no motivation for precisely the same reason why I get edgy when doing new things…
what reason is that

You are at your last semester at community college
you still don’t really have an idea what you want to be when you “grow up”
you do’t know how next semester is going to work out.
you’ll have to get a new job.
you’ll have to make some new friends.

yup you figured me out
I know exactly how you feel. But I won’t let you feel that way.
And you know what? I’m not going to “put Up” with you feeling that way because life is too short, and you are too good of a person.
Besides, i love you.

So here is what WE are going to do.
WE are getting an apartment.
WE are moving out.
WE are going to get you into school.
WE are going to live happily ever after.
There. feel better?
okay thanks i really needed that
really?
yup
CAn I ask a question?
does it require brain power
no, just honesty.
okay
if you knew that was the problem, then why didn’t you tell me that? did you expect me to think you were dumb or something? I fely you do now, I have had those feelings… I tried to kill myself before because of the general feeling of hopelessness and insecurity. Why wouldn’t you tell me something like that?
i generally don’t like to dump my problems on someone else
Dump is not the word to use. You don’t DUMP problems on me. you can’t. I told you before…
I’m in a good mood and you, my dear, are going to have to wait your turn if you think you’ll depress me. :)

sometimes when i would tell my problems i would begin to feel insecure around that person
you are the all knower :)
All I know is this: if you don’t fess up on things that are bugging you, and things that you don’t feel confident it persuing alone, then how am I supposed to help you? I want you to be yourself around me. you know you already have me whipped, what are you going to lose by telling me how you feel?
okay

I knew it as soon as you told me you wanted to hand deliver the paperwork.
You think we are different, but I tell you, we are not. I tried stunts like that… Trust me, I’ll help you don anything that you want to do. the only thing I want in return is a smile and appreciation… but there is one thing that I will absolutely, positively not take the lead on…
aren’t you going to ask what?

what

do wedding planning.
what?

THat’s right. You can get me to cook, clean, buy and fix your cars, repair roofs, but I won’t do wedding planning.
so i can do it all by myself
well, I’ll help, but I won’t take any lead onb that whatsoever.
have you been talking to *****

no, but i hear all the stpuid crap that they do, and frankly, I’m not impressed.
what stupid crap
well, all that bridesmaid dress shopping for one.
did ***** drag him along
going to a wedding extravaganza..

yes
sometimes i feel a little more independant than *****

and sometimes i feel a little less whipped than *****
when it comes to weddings
but we are getting a way from a crucial point…
(I won’t)

this means you can’t complain about my choices
do you want to go to sam in the spring?
yes
do you want me to live there?
yes
do you want me to help you achieve these goals?
yes what happened you were bound and determined a while back

I’m just asking to make sure you want this… the last thing in the worls that I want to do is to force someithnig on you that you aren’t ready to deal with.
no i know i can deal i just can deal better with a bound and determined partner:)

well, I’m bound and determined. But– you, my dear, must sill make the choices. I will help you pursue anything you want. And, so, for starters, we are getting that stupid application out there pronto.

you need to get it in quickly because otherwiese you are going to have problems finding a job, and all that other good stuff, are you getting your dad to take you up there on thursday or what?
yup come hell or high water

well, if the high water hits, I may have to go back to work friday, and I’ll get someone to drop it off.
thanks will you be gone friday night
not if I can help it. What are you doing friday?
okay nuting honey
no, are you working?
yes 2-8
well, that precludes the concept of you coming with me…
okay. look, I don’t know what the story is, moring glory, but I will tell you this:

I’m a bad man (like B-AAA-D) and no one understands him but his–

okay, never mind. look, here’s the scoop. you have 3 weeks to get your app in or I will go up there and get an apartment on my own :P

thankyou for your support
okay
I’m joking. Anyway, once you get accepted, then we can look at aprtments. Depending on the arrangement, I may just pay the whole damn rent myself. (hey not bad, huhnh?)
i never said you were bad your just butter

i have to go and study now
tehe.
talking to you made me feel better:)
well, I’m still telephoning you later, because I have no idea how many tears you have shed or laughs or any of that other kinda stuff. But I’m getting some food, and going to get some coffee.
And you didn’t want me to come over.. unhunh. well, missy, I’m here for you and I hope you feel better.
i do
want me to come ovwer?
love you
you can come over wed and help me clean my room
we can orgonize together
that’s better. I mean, I live for cleanin’ rooms ;)

i know well bye love you
ilove you
call you later.
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This one I can just tell you. It’s written by “Mitch,” my sister’s mustachioed ex-girlfriend.
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Good things come in time! I learned that the hard way. All my life I always wanted things done right then and there. I thought life sucked. Many times I tried to end it. I never saw the beauty of life it self. Now when I wake up every morning I’m thankful that I was able to live one more day. You know life is what you make it and the truth is that I just didn’t make much of it until one day someone gave me the chance of a life time. But here is the story of my life.
Well I was born in Arkansas, June 10, 1980. Being raised in Miami I had a pretty rough life well for the most part I could say that that I brought that on myself but we’ll get into that later. Well how can I start, let me start by my family. I have a sister, Jessica. My mom Sara and my real father Marcos who I will talk about later and my daddy (stepfather) Ramon.
My sister is sneaky but I’ve always really admired her for her strong will. Sometimes she would really get on my nerve but what did I expect she is my little sister! I really wasn’t the best sister. I was hardly ever there for her. She says that it didn’t effect her but still believe I could’ve being a better sister since I am the oldest.
Now my mother, now there is a tough lady. She loves my sister and I dearly. In my eyes she always tried her hardest to be the best she could be, but while we were growing up she made some wrong turns that effected all of our lives. Today I could talk to my mom like is she is my best friend and not think of her as my mother who I’m supposed to be intimidated by. She is the best and just like me she has changed a lot. I am very proud of saying that she is my mother!
Then there is my father Marcos Eduardo Zamora. Well let’s just say that I don’t like him very much and I really don’t care much to see or know where he is right about now. You see he left my sister and me when I was only two and didn’t even send a birthday card in eleven years. So he is not really a big part of my life. I guess I just could thank him for being around so that I could be born.
So now back to the story, So now my dad leaves us and my mom just moves on as usual. She has always been really strong willed and very self-reliant. So she meets Tati. He was younger than she was but he was great with us. We lived in a small apartment and I remember my mom would work at night and Tati would work in the day. This was great for my mom and we were happy. Until one night Tati was taking care of us and all his friends were over at the house. They were drinking and smoking pot in front of us. So the next morning we went and told my mom. She was furious and the next day while he was working we packed up and left. He begged my mom for forgiveness but it never worked after that we never ever saw him again. My mom says that he is happily married and has two baby girls.
So after a couple of weeks we moved in to another apartment in Hialeah. A guy that my mom had met a couple of months before helped us move. He was really nice and my mom really liked him. He seemed to be real good to us so he moved in with us. But unfortunately he wasn’t anything of what he seemed to be. My only thoughts were, “Oh great a new dad!� but little did I know this man was going to destroy my whole family. After a while of living with us he started to convince my mom that when kids do something wrong they but are taught a lesson. Well his point of view of how a lesson should be taught was by hitting us. So my mom became very physical with us and did what Vidal said to do. I’ve always been a very stubborn little girl so I was always in and out of trouble, whipping after whipping. It got to the point that I didn’t know weather I was going to get in trouble when I got home from school or not. While all this was going on Vidal would give us a shower everyday and everyday he would stick his finger in us and molest us. It would hurt after wards but it would go away and everything would be fine. We never though anything of it cause we trusted him as the role he was taking. As our father figure until one day my nosey great-aunt Rosa came along and started asking questions.
Well Rosa is my mothers aunt, my grandmothers sister. She was really the closest family my mom had at one time but something happened and they really don’t like each other very much. Once in a while my mom would take us to her house so that we could play with our cousins. It would be lots of fun and I really liked playing with them. The only problem was that my aunt got really suspicious about my parents and started asking us questions. We didn’t think any thing of it and answered her answers as any kid would: truthfully and innocently. As time passed Rosa started to put one and one together and figured out that he was abusing us.
Well time passed and my grandparents from my mother’s side came from Cuba and for some reason my mom didn’t like my grandmother very much. But anyway from the beginning of when things started till 4 years after nothing had changed as matter of fact it had gotten worst. But from one day to another my whole life changed!
Well I’ll never forget this. Vidal and my mother went out for a minute and next thing I know the phone rings, it was my aunt. My sister was in my parents room and I was in the closet locked in. my aunt had called the cops so next thing you know they were there. They started knocking really hard and threatened to brake the door down so I told my sister to open the door cause we would be in bigger trouble if when my parents got home there would be no door. So my sister opened the door. They took us to the police station and as we were coming inside the doors guess who was there? My aunt, and cousin Nancy, and her boyfriend Eddy. They were all very loving all best of all my 2 cousins were at my aunts house! You see we weren’t sure of what was happening so we just thought it was a get together to see my cousins and they were so much fun so my sister and I just went along and we left with my aunt. And as soon as we got there we started to play with Nicholas and Kadin.
But the only problem was that I started to think…�Where are my parents?� “Why did the cops came and got us instead of my aunt?� Man nine years old and with all these questions I didn’t know what to think. Then here comes my aunt and she let me have it! Boy did she, she told me everything she explained why Vidal was so interested in showering us and why the cops came to the house. She told me that the way that my sister and I were being treated wasn’t right. And that’s when I started to see the truth behind it all. You see we were two young girls that loved our mother very much so if mom loved Vidal we never thought that he would do anything to hurt us since to us he is our Papi. Well awhile after my mom and Vidal came to the house. I was very happy to see my mom but I had all these weird feeling towards Vidal all of a sudden. It was like my eyes were opened to all his garbage that I never saw.
Well this is when things get ugly! City of Hialeah arrested my mom for child neglect. They took her down to the women annex. And of course I didn’t know anything about this. Vidal got arrested for child abuse. They say that he cried like a baby when they were taking him away.
This is about the time my life changed… we started to go see all these therapist and shrinks. We got so much attention that it was pathetic. There were a couple of unpleasant times like the time they took us to the rape treatment place. We were still little girls and VIRGINS! But they assumed that Vidal had raped us and they just stretched us apart and ripped us apart trying to take pictures for evidence! I really believe that that was the most painful part of everything until I found out that my mother had being put away. I couldn’t put two and two together but I couldn’t believe that my mommy was in jail over something that she didn’t do. Or to my eyes she hadn’t done anything but my aunt said that that was the problem that she didn’t do anything to prevent it. Now my question was did my mom know anything about it to be able to do anything about it. My mom was very physical and she was very hard on us but never did she take part on what he was doing to us sexually and I know that she didn’t know anything about this.
Well, now came the court day and we had to testify. And the fun part was that Vidal was there so I could tell on him in front of him. They were so hard on us. They were so damn tricky and so ruthless. For Gods sake we were two 9 and 8 year old. I was going to explode. I swear that his lawyer had no compassion. The next day it was my sister’s turn to testify. They say she pulled through like a champ. I was very proud of my sister because although she was very quiet about all this somehow she got through it. My sister kept to her self after the trial. She was very cold to me. And on top of all this my mom testified against us because she didn’t believe us. She thought that we were saying all this just to get back at Vidal. Out of everything that happened to me I really believe that that was what hurt me the most. I still don’t know to this day why my mom couldn’t just believe Jessica and I. I mean we are her daughters. But what can I say I guess she had her own reasons. She afterwards said that it was because we lied so much but I still don’t believe that that is any excuse. I was able to forgive her I mean after all she was my mother.
Well after the trial the decision was reached. Vidal got twenty-five years in prison on two counts of for child rape. The court said that my mother was not a fit mother and that she was not to talk to us without any supervision. They also said that the only way that my aunt could keep us was to become a foster mother because she wasn’t an immediate family member. So my aunt became a foster mother and we didn’t see our mother anymore. We tried to keep our lives as normal as possible, but how could we if the only thing that my aunt ever said to us was that my mother was a bad woman and that she really didn’t love me! That would really drag me down. I refused to believe her and I insisted on seeing my mom. And so it happened my therapist Alicia Rodriguez set up a meeting so that she could see me. For some reason every time I would see my mom my stomach would start turning and I would feel really weird because my therapist would upset her and we would leave worst than when we entered the room. So it got to the point that every time that I would go see my grandparents my Grandfather would sneak me to go see my mom and it always went well. Until my aunt started to figure out what was really going on and she was very upset when she found out that we were seeing my mother behind any supervision. I couldn’t see why that was so wrong I mean after all she is my mother and I couldn’t believe that any one would try to tear a family apart.
At this time I started to realize all the hate that had being going on now for such along time. My aunt didn’t love us and she hated my mother but HRS pays well to foster mothers and that’s what we were, two foster kids that just happen to be related. I began to really hate everyone and became very rebellious. Why did my aunt constantly call me a demon? She would always say how much I was alike to my father. And in my book he was a scumbag for leaving me at such a young age and for not being there to help me understand. So I just started to feel all this hate.
It was now 1991 and I was 11 years old. I was very rebellious and I thought I knew it all. I just started to fuck up royally! I started to steal from my uncle so I could give it to my ‘friends’ so they would be my ‘friends’. This went on for awhile till one day I got really tired of always hearing about what a piece of shit I was and how much of a bitch my mother was. I was tired of hearing for my mother was what a nosey piece of shit my aunt was for taking us away from her. You know to me they were my family and I didn’t want to choose between family members. I just couldn’t take it anymore so I told my therapist who was sort of the only one who I thought really understood me to take me to another foster home. And so about a week later there was Norma Napoles.
Norma Napoles was a really nice lady and a very caring woman. . Norma was a very special lady. Her little girl died when she was only 11 years old and after that she dedicated herself to making the lives of other girls better. She made many girls lives happier and better but others such as myself refused her help.
So I moved in. There I found 11 other girls that lived there. It was cozy. It was like I had a bunch of older and younger sisters too. So as the story goes a week after being there I ran away. This is actually very funny… I ran away to a McDonalds that was very close to the house. After being there for a couple of hours I called Janel.
Janel was my best and only friend that I had at the time. She had been married to my 3rd cousin or something like that but they got a divorce. But even after that she would be the only one that wasn’t a damn hypocrite. I loved and admired her a great deal! She was the only one that I could tell anything to and she would never judge me or tell me that I was no good, but when I was wrong she would be the first one to correct me. I really trusted her and I respected her very much. So after having decided I called her and told her that I ran away and I told her where I was. She immediately called Norma and told her where I was. I really didn’t know how to feel when I turn around and there was Norma instead of Janel. At first I felt as if though she had betrayed me but now I realized that any adult that gave a shit about a 12 year old would’ve done exactly what she did. So we went back to the house but it didn’t last long.
Now there was a different problem. Well since me and my mom weren’t getting along Janel would come over and pick me up we would go to the beach. I know you might ask yourself how is this a problem but you see with all this time that I was spending with Janel and her parents that said that they would look into adoption. My mother was losing full custody of my sister and me! That was a great chance to get adopted by them. You see to me my mother will always be my mother weather or not HRS said so but if she lost her rights as a mother that would mean that Janel and her family could adopt me. I was thrilled by this idea. I was so thrilled that I never stopped to think how my mom would feel about all this. I never saw that I was being so damn selfish that I was blind!
So we went to the HRS offices and there was my mom. At the time I didn’t think about it but imagine going to court after 3 years fighting the system just so your own daughter could tell you herself that she doesn’t want you as her mother anymore. Well that’s exactly what happened! Then after the hearing was over my mother turned me around and asked me herself if this was the way that I wanted it to be. And I just simply said with no emotions what so ever “Yes this is how I want it� And just went my own way. My god what must I had being thinking this was my mother I was talking about but I didn’t care because I was looking at the chance that Janel was going to adopt me.
Well a week passed and I just felt guilty as ever how could’ve I done such a thing to my own flesh and blood! Right about then I just started to skip school and self-mutilating my self. I kept cutting my arms just to make up for what I knew hurt my mother. That’s when Norma catches me. She sits me down and asked me what were all those cuts but I just lied and said that it was a cat! Ha! I was being stupid and I just didn’t realize just how much I had just fucked up! There goes Norma and calls Janel at work she was so disappointed in me that she told me not to call her. And when Norma tried to call Janel’s family they were equally surprised at me and said that there was no way hat they where going to adopt me just so I could have somewhere to shit at. They didn’t want me to corrupt their ‘good home’. I was shit out of luck I had burnt my wishful thinking by being selfish and not knowing how my actions would hurt those who love me! And not only that but I sold my mom out for some people that weren’t my family just cause I thought I was going to have it good!
So I lost my only friend Janel. I hurt my mother to the point of no return. Norma was getting tired of my shit too. What was I going to do! Well this is where I went into Deering Hospital. Great place but who knew it was a mental hospital and not a regular hospital. My main purpose was to get Janel’s attention. And thanks to god it did. Actually it got everyone’s attention…my aunt, my mom, Janel, and Alicia my therapist. Everyone came to see me! And I loved it but then it stared again the self-hate because every time that there was a visit I had to split myself into 4 different parts or else there would be a conflict. “Oh I came all this way and you are going to go see your mother� my aunt would say to me. Or my mom would say “Damn Michelle it seems impossible to me that with all the shit that that lady has put you through you would go see her instead of me�. So my doctors thought it would be best if I didn’t see my mom anymore since she was the one with a messed up past. So I wrote a Dear John letter that really hurt her and that I regret giving to her from the beginning. Well after 65days in acute treatment and probably the best time I had in a very long time. See the funny part about this place was that you’re in there with a bunch of fuck-ups and you getting really close to all these people. You cry and laugh and feel all kind of emotions before you leave that when you are ready to leave you don’t want to because as long as you are in there you are secured by walls that you learn to love. But I’ll never forget July 3, 1993 I was released.
And so I went back home with Norma. The girls were still crazy as ever and I still felt empty like as if though there was something missing in my life. So I ran away with this girl named Tiny. She was cool. She got me into a whole lot of shit! Well you see we ran away and her friend had some pot and cocaine. And so we started to smoke and snort. Nothing mattered. Well the next morning I went to Janel’s house at 6:00 am and woke her up I was drunk, high, and wet from being at the beach the night before. Boy she got in that car and told me “Girl what the hell are you going to do with you r life you are 13 stinking years old what are you going toâ€?. Well after a long talk she dropped me off at Norma’s house and when Norma saw me she brought me in the house gave me milk and started to try to knock some sense into my head! Well about 9:00pm I was still passed out and when I open my eyes guess whom it was Janel. That’s when she told me that her to had had drug problems too in the past but thanks to God she got through it. I was just happy that she understood me! But of course I just had to do things all backwards! I ran away again. But this time who would’ve thought that I was going to learn so much about everything. Well I ran away with this time with a girl named Amanda Zeller she was not all there in her head but she was my friend. So anyway we ran away to her brothers house John. He was 6’2â€? and all right looking. He was really nice to me. There also was Punch. I found out latter that Punch was John’s old high school love. So we went on a head we got caught a couple of times but we always ran away. About two months after being with John I gave up my virginity to him. It was very pleasant but not a big deal to me. We stayed together for awhile. My mother would come and visit me and give me advice that I never took but wish I had. But I had gotten impetigo and I had lice and I was living in a very dirty environment. I was very sick and I missed my sister very dearly.
So one morning out of the blue someone knocks at the door. I was sleeping so Amanda came woke me up and told me that my parents and my sister was out there! Immediately I got up out of bed and change into something clean and asked Amanda if she was sure if it was my mom but she said it wasn’t. But just when I was refusing to go out the door I heard a voice that said these exact words: “Tell her that it’s her FATHER Marcos Eduardo Zamora!� I could’ve shat it my pants. My father what the fuck was he doing in Miami anyway. Where did he come from? Why in the world would he be here anyway, what the fuck did he care! Eleven years after I’ve already grown up and now is when he comes around.
Well three days after thanksgiving there he was. I came out of the house and there he was. About 5’7� dark hair with sunglasses on and a tank top. Next to him were his wife, Fefa and his stepdaughter Diana. I had met Fefa and Diana when my father’s parents came from Cuba in 1990. I didn’t remember him much but I knew who they where. So when he sees me he hugs me really hard and kisses me and makes me a proposition his exact words were, “Michelle come to Tampa with me and lets start all over� At the time the answer was yes but I really wish I had said no. Well next he said, “Is there anything you want before we go.� The only thing I wanted was to see my sister that I missed so much. So we went to my aunt’s house. He saw my sister and he hugged her and gave her $50. And after that we were well on our way. But first we had get a ‘PAN CON BISTEC’ Damn those things are so good! But anyhow the whole trip there I was still trying to believe my eyes. Wow! I thought to myself my real father.
It was great when I got there I had my very own room! We got me all cleaned up my hair cut and we started to make arrangements so that my dad could gain custody. We went and got me a new wardrobe and we got me a rabbit. I loved it. It was just like I wanted it. My dad was so loving and so generous. He would call my sister every other day and he would have long talks with him until one day he started arguing with me because he was drunk. He started to say that I was using him to get to my mom and that I didn’t love him so I got mad and left. In the middle of no where I started to walk away but he got in to his car and cut me off. He begged me to please get in the car so I did and then he started to cry! He told me stories of how I was when I was born and how I used to sleep by his side every night. It made me very happy that he still remembered me but of course I didn’t live happily ever after. Marcos is a very possessive person and he thought that I was the same little girl that he left behind. For a short time he was a good dad, but after a while it all changed! Marcos is an alcoholic and I noticed that everyday after work he would bring home his friend and a 12-pack and just sit in the garage the whole time till sundown and sometimes even later.
One day I remember I was outside with him in the garage and his friend “The Bird Man� was there. They were both drinking but my step-mom said to go take his beer away so that he would realize that it was getting very late, but when I did he slapped by hand and he screamed at me. That made me cry because it didn’t make sense but life went on. One day in conversation my father wanted to know if I wanted to see my mother and I told him yes. So a couple of weeks later we went down to Miami to see my mom. She was happy to see me. Marcos talked to her for awhile and then we left. It felt good to see my mom and not worry about my aunt telling me not to because she didn’t love me. But anyhow a couple of months after I moved in with my dad, he brought my sister to live with us. Well I was happy and so was my sister but that’s when everything started to corrupt. Marcos took us to a party and got piss ass drunk. And during the party my stepsister and me were in the back talking to a couple of guys. Well after the party started to yell and scream at me because for some reason he swore that I was gay. When I got home he threatened to slap me. So I told him that if he thought that it was going to prove a point to go ahead and hit me. Well he hit me 4 times really hard across my face. After that he came to me and started to cry.
To this day I still do not understand my father. I guess he is not someone to be understood since his own mother could never understand him either. My father was a guy stuck in a vivid memory of what he left behind. My father still loved my mother but not in the right way. He loved her for her sex. What made it worse was that he told me all this. So time went by and Fefa got sick of him and left. So Marcos took the opportunity to call my mom and sweet-talk her into coming to Tampa. Well at the time my mom was not with Ramon because he was drinking a lot, and attending his work, and spending too much time with his work friends. So she did what any mother who wants to be with her kids, she went to Tampa!

See if you can guess who THIS document is from…

Royal Caribbean International
1050 Caribbean Way
Miami, FL 33132-2096

Dear Captain Lie-Nielsen:

I recently visited with John and Shirley Jeffrey and expressed my keen desire to explore employment opportunities as a registered nurse with a cruise line. My nursing background is in the area of acute care/trauma nursing. My resume speaks for itself.
As suggested by John, I am at this time submitting my resume to you for your review and consideration for any existing or potential opportunities with your organization.
I look forward to your response.

Sincerely,

A while back I mentioned that I had access to documents written on my parent’s computer from other people. Well, this is one of those documents. A few of you may be able to guess from the context clues who this is about. Kudos to you if you can. I have removed names, ID numbers, and addresses, where appropriate.

March 17, 1996

The Honorable H. N. McElroy
Harris County Courthouse Annex
6831 Cypresswood Drive
Spring, Texas 77379

Re:
DOB
TDL
Citation #Txxxxxx

Dear Judge McElroy:

On Friday, March 15, 1996, we accompanied our son to the Denton, Texas, Drivers License Office to renew and obtain a duplicate license. He was informed there was a warrant for his arrest, originating in Harris County, apparently in connection with a speeding ticket received in November or December, 1994.

Previous to his receiving the speeding ticket, he had a psychotic episode which resulted in his being admitted to the Houston Northwest Medical Center Hospital-Psychiatric Unit. Dr. John Dale advised us at that time of the possible diagnosis of schizophrenia. After his release and subsequent medication and counseling treatments, our son moved from our home and discontinued his treatments. It was during this period he received the citation in question.

At the time he received the citation, he was taken into custody at the Harris County jail in downtown Houston. The reason for that action was not clear to us and he has not been able to clarify the situation. To the best of our knowledge, he remained in custody for almost 24 hours.

Several weeks later he moved back to Denton where he had attended the University of North Texas the two previous years. He remained in Denton until May, when he became mentally unstable and returned to Houston and was admitted to the Harris County Psychiatric Center for two weeks.

He then moved back to Denton, where he attended summer classes at UNT, until a mental health crisis in August, at which time he was moved by the Denton County MHMR to the Wichita Falls State Hospital, where a diagnosis of paranoid schizophrenia was made.

He remained at WFSH for almost seven months, from August 24, 1995, until his release last week on March 13, 1996. After his release he returned to Denton where he is attempting to reestablish his place in society and return to school.

He is currently taking anti-psychotic and anti-depressant medications to control his psychotic episodes and is under the care and supervision of the Denton County MHMR. He is unemployed and homeless, living at the Denton Gospel Mission until a MHMR caseworker is assigned and housing arrangements can be made.

He lost all forms of identification and it was for this reason we traveled to Denton to help him apply for a new social security card and drivers license so he would be able to apply for a job and eventually return to school.

According to the message received by the Denton Drivers License Office, four warrants were outstanding, including two for failure to appear, totaling $450.00. At the time of the citation he was not on medication for his illness, which leaves him with impaired thinking. He probably did not realize he needed to return to court, and no notices were received at our address - and we understand from your offices no such notices were sent. Had we have been aware of the situation, we would have attempted to have this taken care of before this late date.

In view of the circumstances, we ask that the charges be dropped. Our son is unemployed and we are financially unable to make such a payment for him.

Your consideration and understanding would be sincerely appreciated.

Very truly yours,

Another MS-Paint masterpiece by Lemon Jinny…

While you are at it, take a look at my new “About” page!

Caught is quite right. I found this email tucked in between the myriads of penis enlargement and mortgage loan emails. I’ve removed the names and changed some (to protect the innocent) when appropriate, but I’m still a bit confused… is there anything truly nefarious going on in this back & forth email? I can’t really tell. Please give me your thoughts… Remember, you have to read from the bottom upward to follow the conversation properly…

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are you sure its all ok…you’re sounding like abit of a sex slave here lol…not complaining :-P

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All good, up for anything you want ;)

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I also like dressing up, toys, and light bondage?!

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Superb!!!!!!!!!!

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hehe me too…I’ve a damp patch forming already lol…I should of worn knickers this morning instead of trying to keep cool and going commando,good job that im wearing a black skirt so you cant see it ;-)

floats my boat lol….I’m pretty much into everything except pain, though a bit of hair pulling and ass slappin don’t go a miss and I cant/ dont do anal though ass play is ok….is that ok

I love oral to give and recieve and penetration is a must in as many positions as possible lol I’m quite partial to doggy and up against a wall or wherever hows that sound so far?

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I’ll pencil you in for next Thursday then, all excited now :)

Anything I don’t like or don’t indulge in? hmmmmm let me think……………….nope, nothing springs to mind!

How about you, what ‘floats your boat’?

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ok - thursdays are the best for me, thats my night off so to speak..

shall we do thursday next week, all being well that is… give us time to get to know each other a bit better and enough time for us to change our minds if we want to, which you can do at anytime no probs..

is there anything you dont like and dont indulge in?

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Typically I’m busy on Wednesdays, Fridays, & Saturdays (when I see the missus).

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babe, dont be nervous, I’m a little too…..its very exciting though isn’t it?!?

and no if you’re thinking it I dont go around being soo forward with anybody lol

I’m a professional women, discrete & genuine just lookin for xtra fun and you look like it hehe

Whens the best eve for you?

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Nervous because I’m not used to this ‘meet & greet’ thing ;) but I’ll give it a go :)

You could come to me; I live on my own after all.

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We’ll sort something…would it be possible to come to you? all nervous…why?

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It’ll be hard for me to get away from work, and you’ve got me all nervous now! lol

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I’ve a place in city, a flat i can use, but I can only use it during the day, thats the prob apart from tonight which is typical…any
chance of a afternoon meet between 2 330pm ??

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Maybe next week sometime?
Stacked out at the moment.

Where are we going to meet then?

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hehe..I’ve just got a text to confirm Fri with Xee chatting to her tomorrow for details hmm options….tonight 5pm lol

when can you get free?

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She didn’t really comment, think she’s looking forward to seeing you herself.

Not sure when it’s kinda hard to plan, give me some options
;)

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ok…what did she say about it? and when would you like to? asap?

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Just told Xee that we’ve been chatting a lot and will prob meet up in the future.

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lol what r u like….

Mmmm I’m thinking of what you can use right now to soothe my skin, v nice thought but I’m very greedy, I’d need it all over and inside me to make me feel better! that and to be fucked silly too ;-P

I’m waiting to hear from Xee about Friday, but yes if she’s free I’ll go over to see her…pity you couldn’t make it :-)

What have you told xee about us?

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Hey hey,

I’m ok, hungover for a change but the body’s getting used to it. Sorry to hear you’re burnt and need a rubdown, reckon I could think of something to use ;)
Are you coming over to see Xee on Friday? She said you may be, I’d pop over and meet you as well but I’m already ‘booked’ :(

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Morning sweetie

u ok?

Feeling a bit frail today lol…Swaffham went really well but it was soo hot, why did I opt for the sunroof when I should of gone for airconditioning:-( Im a bit burnt round the edges and in need of a good
rubdown with aftersun or something more sticky…do you fancy it?