Monthly Archives: June 2010

Amusing Spam email


Seriously… 1) your email address is from France… Jason Campbell what sense does that make…
2) Iraq Peach Keeping Force
3) what… After we have summated the remaining part

Good Day From Iraq

I am Sgt Jason Campbell an American Combat Soldiers with 131,000.00Group left behind in Iraq after the Handing over to Iraq Peach Keeping Force, I have been able to secure Twenty Million Dollar($20 million U.S Dollars) which i have already Deposited with a Diplomatic Company for security and Safety Purpose, I want to hand over this funds to a Trust Worth Person that we help me keep it till I am back from the Camp in Iraq Sept 2010.If you are Interested in this Offer kindly contact me Via my Private

You will find the story of this money on the web address below. After we have summated the remaining part ml

Please kindly keep this transaction Confidential because I am still serving at the Military camp in Iraq.

Sgt Jason Campbell

block quote Monday


Quotes found by Kris… just cause

Being an author is like being in charge of your own personal insane asylum.  ~Graycie Harmon

Stupidity is a talent for misconception. — edgar allan poe

OtherJ gets home from business in a couple days. I will be happen when this business trip is done and over with. I will hold a protest if another business trip like this comes up. I will quit my job and come along. During the week things are mostly normal. The weekends however are full of unnecessary mind wanderings that i would be happy to do with out. I did get some cleaning done, and then I got distracted emailing OtherJ for hours on end back and forth. We went to bed at 2:30 am… I couldn’t sleep, so it was a welcome distraction.

So this got me thinking, i found the poem in my lit book senior year of high school… since i had a fascination with tattoos it jumped out at me… i still love it.

First Poem for You
by Kim Addonizio

I like to touch your tattoos in complete
darkness, when I can’t see them. I’m sure of
where they are, know by heart the neat
lines of lightning pulsing just above
your nipple, can find, as if by instinct, the blue
swirls of water on your shoulder where a serpent
twists, facing a dragon. When I pull you

to me, taking you until we’re spent
and quiet on the sheets, I love to kiss
the pictures in your skin. They’ll last until
you’re seared to ashes; whatever persists
or turns to pain between us, they will still
be there. Such permanence is terrifying.
So I touch them in the dark; but touch them, trying.

Twitter Weekly Updates for 2010-06-20

  • @dcorsetto … SHARE? in reply to dcorsetto #
  • The only reading material at the doctors office is the bible or … Well that's it. #
  • Teenager at the doctors office socks and sandles are NOT cool. #
  • Omg – old people. Dermotoligist is covered with them. #
  • Ok better reading material in the acutal room. And I'm not surrounded by old people. Yay! #
  • Funky foot is eczema; funky toe is likely fungus but since it's under the nail harder to treat. Did toe caus foot issues?? #
  • Need a special compound rx for my foot. Interesting going to a non-chain pharmacy. #
  • Still excited I don't have to take the lamisil pill they were thinking about. Slightly annoyed they keep trying to put me on acne drugs. :-/ #
  • Next stop target to get other drugs filled. And then to get the car looked at / oil change. #
  • WTF dermatologist?! $200 medication for my nearly non existant acne. Not a chance. Foot drugs will be in on Monday. #



left alone to my own devices i start thinking… mostly about how i used to have friends that i could just call up and drive over … or just drive over… show up in the driveway and thats all i needed to do…  If this is what being an adult feels like, can i go back? well not all the way back, but just back to then… with parts of now. I’d bring parts of now with me, hope they could get along. Long “deep and thinky” talks over bonfires. maybe i just have something to prove, that i can be happy. Maybe its to share the happy. maybe its because they signify a time i didn’t have to answer to anyone. Not that i have to now, but I’m so far away that the reckless random takes more effort. Sometimes i wonder how i made it here, nice and stable, but i know if i wanted to walk out to the middle of nowhere and play on a jungle gym drinking gin and Gatorade, most of my life would find that perfectly acceptable.  I lack my sanity and balance. My world seems to have been temporarily distorted.  just another week and hopefully the normal will return. until then…

I got my septum pierced in califorinia as an ode to tiffany compton. She was my partner in crime far more artsy and deep than i could ever hope to be. One of the few who understood my obsession with piercings and tattoos at 16.  Ran through the woods with me in the middle of the night, looking for a swingset. I have sister tattooed on my hip for a few people, its in russian for one, its there for the boys who held my hand. The ones who saw me reckless and mean and I was the first girl they knew to act like one of the guys. Maybe thats my super power, just to be one of the guys. Just girly enough to have the shape and give decent advice, but not so much that I can’t run around in the dark doing stupid shit – or more likely picking up the pieces after they do the stupid shit. I love to lay out at night looking up at the stars, out in the middle of no where. I love to sit on the trunk of my car staring into your eyes.  I love waking up to coffee early in the morning. I love having coffee at two am with old friends. my first tattoo was supposed to represent my sisters. My second to represent fate. maybe I’ll never forget you because you were there with me. the third one was all on my own trying not to clench my teeth. The 4th one, my little brothers held my hand and egged me on. The last one, out of spite. To prove my independence and start the beginning of the end.  And now, the next one, a celebration.

i think i give up. maybe i’ll be illogical later. maybe i’ve used up all my logical, its on limited supply at the moment. I thought i had more saved up than that, but i guess not.

Letter for you 2


I knew the weekend would be the hardest. During the week most of the day I’m at work. Even yesterday on my day off I had things to do most of the time, then dinner out with friends and a 2ish mile walk. (which hopefully I’ll be able to do more often). Then at home, you were gone. You were out with friends in a city too far away. Things like that always make me worry.

Today I have a list of things i want to get done around the house and that will likely keep me busy for the day. If I ever get around to doing them.

Right now, I’m just sitting. Made breakfast, having my coffee.

You’ve spent all day at with a friend, now at his wedding. I’ve spent the day cleaning and thinking non-stop about weddings. I hate that. I also hate that I feel guilty for it. No. Guilty is not the word. I just don’t have you here to share it with. You’re not here to veto my outrageousness and fake plan with me.  We need to just elope, I don’t want to actually have to decide any of this. I’m really bad at being home alone, but I really have no desire to actually go any where or be remotely social.



I have two last names… depending on where you look it is hyphenated or not. Twice today I had people ask me which one was the correct one and when did i change it. I’ve used  both last names since my senior year in high school. I’ve only used both since I moved out of Michigan. Really, it’s you freaks or your crappy computer systems that choose to use one or the other.  “when did you change it” is not an appropriate answer when you’re staring at the copy of my DL and insurance card… ITS ALWAYS BEEN THAT WAY.

Growing up I used Dad’s last name… up until i had to legally do things, like ACT and a driver’s license… In Michigan, you can’t just have two last names, which is how it is on my birth certificate (but not my ss card), so i had to use the hyphen. It stuck because most things will accept a hyphen and not a space… Well in here, there is a space, but since i used the hypen for so long, it is that why on everything else. One sister has a hypen, but only uses Dad’s last name.  I think when the littlest sister was born Mom asked whether or not to include the hyphen… I told her to include it because it would be easier to get used to it being there.

Don’t even get me started about people forgetting letters in my last name… yes its a T not a D… yes there is an E at the end of that one… yes there are TWO r’s…

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Day Off Adventures


Originally I took today off to go with OtherJ to a wedding in Philly. Since OtherJ ended up having to go out of town for work for two weeks, I stayed home and he is going on his own since its closer to where he’s working. This gave me the day to get my scary toe/foot taken care of again.

The foot is eczema, the toe is maybe fungus, both maybe allergies… Doctor is kinda stumped because it not typical. More drugs, will be going back in a month, hopfully not having to do an allergy patch test…