Mr Showerhead's blog: "???"

Im going to start be a lil more social on here outside of the mumms, I mean this IS a social site, right? SO prepare to start getting tired of me, and to those that already are tired of me, prepare to start getting MORE tired of me.

The new girl at work has a thing for me, I think... Ive been known to be wrong about these things before. Maybe she's just really, really flirty. Today, she had to squeeze behind me, and the counter, and there isnt much room, so she literally squeezed between us. Well, being such a tight fit, naturally she brushed against my backside, no biggie. But then she turned around looked at me and said "wow"

And at first, I thought she thought I had grabbed at her or something, and before I got the chance to say anything she leans in and tells me Ive got a firm ass (like I needed her to inform me of that fact :P) Well for the rest of the night, she's poking at my buttcheek, making comments, etc etc etc... I dont really mind it, its not that big a deal to me. I got her the job there, she's someone I knew "socially" for a bit before and told me she was looking for a different job. Im on my way out from there, and figured they would be looking for a replacement.

Tomorrow I have to work ALL day and night with her, so Im just wondering. Should I just wear baggyier jeans, or start playing slap ass with her too?

With my mom... SHUP!

She saw some polish buffet on one of those TV shows that highlight restaurant in the Chicago land area and wanted to go. She didnt get the address, or the name (way to go, mom) but she remembered the neighborhood its in, so I used my brain, for once, and googled it.

Well, two different places popped up based on the same description of what I put in the search bar. They are a mile apart. So, once I get as far north as I need to be, should I go east to one place, or go west and go to the other?

If it helps, one place is called the old warsaw inn, and the other is called the jolly inn

any suggestions?

My mom asked if I wanted to go down the street and throw a few games of darts, I said sure.

We get there, and of course I win the first game. To be honest, I didnt win, I whipped her butt in it. :) She then says we should play cutthroat. We normally play 301/501 (where you have to go backwards from 301 and zero out without going over, to win. Cut throat is an option that if one player happens to tie score with another, they get sent back to 301)

So NOW all a sudden, not only does she beat me the next 3 games, but she sent me back to 301 in one of them. AND in the last game, she hit triple 20, five times in a row, then the 1. ending the game in TWO turns...

freakin hustler...

Im on Fearnet, watching some movie (or I should say WAS watching some movie) when THEY decided to change up their movie line up... Mid-movie... So the film I was watching went off line, and I got "Sorry, the movie you are watching is no longer available"

Couldnt they change their line up sometime in the middle of the night... or at least have it set up that if youre watching a movie to finish letting it play out.

And it wasnt a bad movie either, bastards

is about 86,000 from leveling. Being a mummer, we all know she could care less about "teh pointz" so, piss her off a get the meanie leveled...

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Thanking you in advance, Moi

I just wanted to basically vent. I need to get this off my chest. Im not looking for "sorry to hear"s or anything like that. A majority of the people I talk to are on here and this is really the only place I can turn at the moment

Growing up my dad lived with us, but was never really around because of work. We saw him everyday, but he would leave for work before we woke up and would come home just before we went to bed. So, we never really got to know him. I was never into sports or anything like that, so watching a game on a weekend with him, isnt something I would do. So, yeah, I guess it was a real "Cats in the cradle" type thing.

Flash forward to last Oct. One day outta the blue on a Sunday, I asked my dad if he wanted to go to the bar for a few beers, he said sure. We went, and he actually apologized about not really being there when we were growing up, I said it was alright, he did what he had to do to keep a roof over our heads and feed us. He said that he was proud of us, and that he's glad none of us wounded up in jail or any major kind of trouble.

Weeks go by, we're spending more and more time together, Im getting to know the man that was my father. How he grew up, and why he says he treated us the way he did.

Last Saturday, he goes to the dr's. And is thrown in the hospital. He doesnt know why, he tells us. (He knew) They run tests and it comes back he's got colon and cancer of the rectum. They said they're gonna go in and cut it out and start chemo as soon as they can. This morning was his surgery, I got there too late and missed seeing him before he went in. I waited around in the waiting room with the rest of the family, and a few hours later my mom says everything will be fine, go to work. Ill call you and let you know how everything went.

Tonight, I find out the nurse or tech or whoever reads the tests, read it wrong. When the dr cut him open he realized they caught it too late. The cancer is full blown, stage 4, all throughout his body. He said that they could start chemo in 3wks, when he heals from the surgery, but he said he really doesnt see him lasting that long. (He didnt say it in those words, but that is what he was getting at, and to be honest, Im glad he told us that way, setting us up for a worst case scenerio rather than to give us false hope with "he'll be fine")

Now here's where Im at. I cant stop thinking the worse, obviously. But what keeps running through my head is, If you would have told me a year ago this was happening, my thoughts would have been "Oh well, things like this happen" I would have faked a few tears for show, and moved on with my life. My family was never one for emotion or closeness. Thinking back, I cant even recall my parents kissing each other in front of us. And now, Im shaking and crying as I type this out. I keep thinking of all the "could of"s and "should of"s. Keep regretting not moving my ass faster this morning so I could have seen him before he went into surgery. So I would have at least seen him one more time, as he was, without all the tubes and wires they might be putting in him tomorrow

And the thing that is making me mad the most, is in the back of my mind, I keep thinking to myself, Why did I ask him to go get those beers? If I wouldnt have asked, we wouldnt have gotten closer and I wouldnt be feeling all torn up about this. I know that sounds so fucking selffish, but I cant stop thinking about it.

And Im starting to hate myself for thinking like that...

So yesterday my phone took a shit on me... Just plain ol' stopped working. Wont even turn on anymore... I havent even had this one for a month :|

So if anyones tried texting me or something since, Im not getting them, its not that Im ignoring you or anything...

Ok, maybe YOU Im ignoring :p

So A few days ago, I get this email...

This is the only way I could contact you for now,I want you to be very
careful about this and keep this secret with you until you receive the
tape and pics i am going to give to you.
You have no need of knowing who I am or where I am from.I know this may
sound very surprising to you but it's the situation.I have been paid
some ransom in advance to terminate you with some reasons best known
to him.It's someone I beleive you know very much.Besides,this is
the ist time I turn out to be a betrayer to him .
Now listen,I will post the tape and pics to you,but before that, I need
$12,000. I repeat, do not arrange for the cops until we have both
sorted this out as my employer wants you dead at all cost. Payment
details
will be provided for you to make a part payment of $5000 first,which
will serve as gurantee that you are ready to co-orperate,then i will
post a copy of the tape that contains his request for me to
terminate you and pics which will be enough
evidence for you to nail him by informing the cops before he employs
another person for the job. You will pay the balance of $7000 once you
This is the only way I could contact you for now,I want you to be very
careful about this and keep this secret with you until you receive the
tape and pics i am going to post to you.
You have no need of knowing who I am or where I am from.I know this may
sound very surprising to you but it's the situation.I have been paid
some ransom in advance to terminate you with some reasons best known
to him
.It's someone I beleive you know very much.Besides,this is
the ist time I turn out to be a betrayer to him .
Now listen,I will post the tape and pics to you,but before that, I need
$12,000. I repeat, do not arrange for the cops until we have both
sorted this out as my employer wants you dead at all cost. Payment
details
will be provided for you to make a part payment of $5000 first,which
will serve as gurantee that you are ready to co-orperate,then i will
give a copy of the tape that contains his request for me to
terminate you and pics which will be enough
evidence for you to nail him by informing the cops before he employs
another person for the job. You will pay the balance of $7000 once you
receive and confirmed the tape and pics.
Warning; do not contact the police, and be skeptical about where you
go until this whole thing is sorted out,if you neglect any of these
warnimgs, you will have yourself to blame. You do not have much time,
so
get back to me immediately via email : garcia_vbee@yahoo.es
Note:I will advise you keep this to yourself alone, not even a friend
or a family member should know about it because it could be one of
them.

Now the email addy that sent it was more or less the same except it was a .com instead of whatever the hell that is... so I got curious and replied (rather rude mind you) and apparently this taint thinks Im a 70yrold middle class woman :|

Then he proceeded to give me a name, number, and actual address to send the money to... its some flat in England.

As far as scams go, you gotta admit this one is WAY more exciting than the whole "My friend in christ, I need your help" one

So this evening I sent a text to Not Tellin'. Letting her know how much I value her friendship, and as a responce, I get *Looks at text for a direct quote* 

"You suck. I hope zombies eat your face off"

I think someone owes me a "sorry"

just saying :p