Yesterday evening I was having a conversation with my friends about movies in general. Eventually we digressed to speak about cartoon movies and I brought up the subject of a cartoon from the early 90's about a young kitten and it was lost or stray. Aside from the fact that my description was horribly vague, I got looked at as if I was a complete moron from outer space.

After searching a good 20-30 minutes on Google, I found a bunch of clips and such about Oliver and Company. It just completely jump started my memory. I remember going to the premier and receiving a free poster and soundtrack on audio cassette. Holy shit, it was released in 1988? I remember shit from when I was 2 or 3 years old? That is ridiculous, but nevertheless it's really great to come across such nostalgia.

Many times before I have received scam emails from wealthy aristocratic people from third world countries in need of my world reknown "help." Today I received a message. For the first time, I've received a message from a scammer through Xanga.

ORIGINAL MESSAGE
Dear Profile Owner,

We are an English based fashion and society magazine that is seeking to launch operations in North America and

worldwide as we are currently just starting off operations both here in England and we are currently looking for

models and profile pictures for our cover photographs.

This is to inform you that our profile team has reviewed your profile in this website and have adjudged your

profile and presence to be excellent For placement as our cover photo.

Thus the entire team of Arab Celebs (http://www.arab-celebs.com/) in collaboration with this website wants to

invite you to join our team of staffs to create a wonderful magazine, please note that you shall be paid in

accordance to the normal charges for photo shoots and you shall have an all expense paid trip to London for a photo

shoot with our own photographers.

In other words we are inviting you to become a model or allow us to use your profile picture for our new magazine,

please note that you would be duly paid accordingly.

Please if you accept to work with us in our new endeavour please contact the head of our our profile analysis team

Mr Donald Cheryl through her contact informations email: cheryl.donald@googlemail.com, tel: +447031971001 with a

scanned copy of any of your RECENT photographs and the following informations abiut yourself:

Full Name:

Residential Address:

Contact Tel:

Present Occupation:

Sex:

Date Of Birth:

Agent Name: Donald Cheryl

Contact us through the following email: cheryl.donald@googlemail.com

Contact Tel: +447031971001

Please note that immediately upon the reception of the above informations we shall schedule a photo shoot and be

sending you a contractual agreement for your first upfront fees.

We shall be expecting to hear from A.S.A.P.

Thanks once Again.

Janet Kissandra

Arab Celebs Magazines Notification Team.

Posted 5/26/2008 5:54 AM Mfong_Ekaite block delete

MY RESPONSE #1
gimme free moneys fer FREE.
Sent 5/27/2008 4:42 PM

MY RESPONSE #2
I'll mail you a picture of my crotch with a handful of blood encrusted pubic hairs for $100 USD via PayPal.
Sent 5/27/2008 4:48 PM

Now, let's see if they bother to even respond to that. If they do, well... I suppose a deal is a deal. Damn.

Today I flew a kite at near midnight in a Vanier Park's parking lot.

I did get it quite high from sprinting back and forth.

It wasn't very windy, so my kite fell.

Running around made me all hot, so I took my shirt off.

The cops drove by my car to ask me what I was doing.

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Lately, I've been teetering on and off the very edge of losing my mind. Just a few days ago I came to the conclusion that I really am unstable. Much of my life I've been one to keep to myself and hold back my feelings and thoughts to myself to prevent burdening others with my grief. I'm probably one of the most self-reliant people that I know. If trouble strikes, I'll would rather struggle by myself and die through thick and thin than to ask for help. But, alas I'm fortunate to have someone to talk to, someone I trust to tell my stories to. I almost completely lost it last weekend, stopped eating and just wanted to end it all. Now, I'm back on track. Sleeping regularly helps a lot.

Under no circumstances would I consider myself to be "emo". I fucking hate worthless garbage people who whine or complain about the simplest things when they could easily get their shit together and just do it themselves. I don't hurt my body for others to see and feel pity upon my pain, I find that ridiculously stupid. I may get pissed off when I'm by myself and pound away at concrete or steel walls (which cannot be damaged) with my bare hands once in a while. Sometimes, I'll take it out on my skull and I'm amazed at how durable it is. But, shit, I try not to do that anymore because I made a promise.

The pressure in my brain is being violently wrenched tighter, my muscles are becoming stiffer. If a complete stranger were to come at me and prod me, shove me, yell at me, or make any rude comments, I'd probably snap and tear away at their face, bones, or even pin them on the ground and crush their trachea with the entirety of my jaws. Lucky me, my jaws are fucked up and get sore or jammed up ever so often, I can unlock the left side more than the right if I wanted to. It has proven to be exceptionally practical for eating large meals.

Built up anger can be a bad thing in most situations, sometimes it can be good if you can direct it towards your goals, but most of the time it's really dangerous. I need more outlets for my stress.

Ever so often, I fall back into the loop and lose grasp in what this life means to me. It doesn't mean much at all. Insignificant. Nearly meaningless. Why I am even still alive seems to amaze me.

I have little family, none of whom I have ever been close to on a social level. I have few friends, many who I've lost touch with over the following years. The few that I do see do place an exaggerated footprint upon my life. By being granted such a subtle lifestyle I am able to view the world at a different perspective opposed to others.

I have a career. What is a career? It's work. Work is work. A strenuous job in which one successfully or unsuccessfully accomplishes many arduous tasks. For what? Firstly, money. Inanimate magical numbers used to trade and barter for the necessities of life. Few may have a legacy, if they do, chances are that its insignificant and completely un relatable to the mass majority of the population. You will be forgotten several generations after your death.

The process is a simple one. You are born and most definitely will die! (HAHA) Some will reproduce offspring, others may not.

Once you put in these simple factors there just isn't much more to it.

Can't wait until tomorrow morning. I'll start sprinting every day as soon as I wake up, starting tomorrow.

Training high intensity is one thing that greatly affects how I act. Either that or a bottle of wine, which I won't do again.

I drink only one beer every one or two months. (Chimey Blue, which is brewed by monks!)

One thing that I've noticed is that when I do train I'm freaking bouncing off the walls when I'm around my friends to the point where they're just weirded out.

Otherwise I'll usually fall asleep on the couch watching TV or what not by 10.

BBQ chicken... I am king of grilling.

For dinner I had three freaking huge chicken breasts and now I'm all tired and sleepy.
Need to eat more and train more. I'll see if I can push it this weekend.
Grouse grind is starting to melt away, so I'm going to start stair sprinting this coming week. My building has like 25 floors.

My goal in life is to beat a specific someone's time on the grouse grind and then throw them off the mountain.

I think I'll just be a post whore from now on. In the past I used to limit myself at one per day and delete it if it seems meaningless.