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I know, bad Xavi.

I almost never update here, but most folks who follow here also have me on facebook. I am alive, somewhat well, surrounded by 14 cats, and striving for an optimistic attitude and a change of life before THE change of life hits.

I'm sure I will post here again at some point. This is just to let folks know I am here, reading, and I give a damn. I may not always have sentient thoughts to respond to your posts with, but I am here.

So today I got one of those "seeking a God-fearing woman" scam mails on MySpace.
Top five signs it was a scam:
5. Horrible spelling -- seriously, when you can't spell "lady" there is a problem.
4. Sentences that make no sense whatsoever -- it's as if they ripped a book into pieces and threw random lines on a sheet of paper and said "Yeah, that works!"
3. Yahoo e-mail addresses in a MySpace message -- why wouldn't they just take your replies at their MySpace inbox, instead of giving you the Yahoo address?
2. The profile only has one or two photos, sometimes the same photo twice. All photos are exactly the same size.
1. The top "tell" that it was a scammer? The phone number they give you is 13 digits and starts with "234" -- 234 is the long distance country code for Nigeria.

Hmmm I was given a phone number. I want to call it, I really really do, but I am not sure how many other people were given that number and I don't want to risk annoying the person whose number it may be.
Curiosity led me to call it once and I got a voice mail message, didn't leave a message for the person.
I don't want to miss a chance but...

So tired.
I just want to sleep. I have to get up early to get papers from work, get them to my doc for signing, get them faxed off and then get to the hospital for an ultrasound, then get home. I would so much rather just sleep all day.

I've realized what bothers me most about my life right now. I've become dull. I used to be interesting. People wanted to meet me and be my friend. I used to have fun with the way I dressed and I used to be unusual. Now I'm just another middle aged white chick with a mundane job, mundane wardrobe, and every day is the same damn thing.
How did I let this happen? This needs to change, now!