Please read e-mail below to avoid being scammed! GRRRR…I’m so tired of scammers.

From: Mrs. Sylvia White
375 Jackson Road,
Wimbledon, LONDON,
SW19 5DQ
United Kingdom.

My Dear Beloved,

I am the above named person but now undergoing medical treatment in Barnes Hospital, Wellhouse Lane, Barnet, England, EN5 3DJ. I am married  to Sir Gerald   White who worked with British Judicial Commission in Chelsea England for over a   decade before he died on 5th of July in the year 2007. We were married for   fifteen years without a child. He died after a brief illness that lasted for two  weeks. Before his death he made a vow to use his wealth for the down trodden and  the less privileged in the society. Since his death I decided not to re-marry or  get a child outside my matrimonial home.When my late husband was alive he   deposited the sum of £4 Million (Four Million Pounds sterling) with one   Finance/Bank in Europe. Presently, this money is still with the Bank. Recently,   my Doctor told me that I would not last for the next 4 months due to a rare form  of cancer of the pancreas. Though what disturbs me most is my stroke. Having   known my condition I decided to donate this fund to an individual or better still a God fearing person who will utilize this money the way I am going to instruct   herein.

I want an individual that will use this to fund and provide succor to poor and   destitute persons, orphanages, and widows and for propagating peace in the   universe. I understand that blessed is the hand that giveth. I took this decision   because I don’t have a child who will inherit this money and my husband’s   relatives are not inclined to helping poor persons and I do not want my husband’s   hard earned money to be misused or spent in the manner in which my late husband   did not specify.
Hence, the reason for taking this bold decision. I am not afraid of death since I   know where I am going.I know that I am going to be in the bosom of the Almighty.   I do not need any telephone communication in this regard because of my health,   and because of the presence of my husband’s relatives around me always. I do not   want them to know about this development. I will also be most glad if you can   tell me a little about yourself.Hoping to hear from you.

With God all things are possible As soon as I receive your reply I shall give you   the contact of the Finance/Security Company in Europe. I will also issue you a   letter of authority that will empower you as the original beneficiary of this   fund. I implore you to always pray for me. My happiness is that I lived a life   worthy of emulation. Whosoever that wants to serve the Almighty must serve him   with all his heart and mind and soul and also in truth. You can contact me with   your positive response.

Email: mrssylviawhite@gmail.com

Yours sincerely,
Mrs. Sylvia White

Okay, seriously. What kind of e-mail is this? But I guess the more appropriate question is, what kind of person actually responds to this?

I felt compelled to e-mail back saying, “The ‘Almighty” would be disappointed in your wrongdoings, and btw, God doesn’t have a bosom. It’s a HE”. But then, that would make me the the idiot for even responding and giving them the chance to take note of my e-mail address. I shake my head in disgust at these people.

During my apartment search via Craigslist, I couldn’t believe how many scams were posted. Me, being naive and ridiculous, actually responded to one of them. Totally forgot about the whole “too good to be true” theory and thought, “what the heck…we are in a recession.” WRONG! It was some woman asking that I send her my credit score, and she provided a link where I could get a free credit report. After going on the website (I had never done a credit report), I actually put down my card number, thinking that’s how they retrieved information regarding your credit. Only after I received my fake credit score did I start to question what I had just done. Per the advice of several friends, the conclusion was I had been scammed. Immediately, I called and cancelled my card and never responded back to the scammer who probably already retrieved card information from the fake link he/she sent me. I shake my head at myself. Stupid stupid Erica!

Anyways, phew. What a way to start an entry after not having written in months. So, first off, GREETINGS! Secondly and more importantly, I’ve moved into a new apartment! I’d been living in my old run-down-sad-excuse-for-a building for the past two years and eventually grew frustrated and tired of the poor management. I don’t think anybody had come to clean the general public area of the building in a year. For months, I couldn’t do laundry in the basement because of the layer of RAT FECES covering the floor. It was incredibly disgusting, not to mention unsanitary.

So, after a month of furiously searching apartments, I have finally settled down in a fantastic 3-story house (but still apartment style). I have three roommates who seem very chill and down to earth. This move was very refreshing and almost felt like the start of a new life, if you will. The only thing I have left to do is unpack and sort out the miscellaneous junk in my boxes.

Let’s see. There’s plenty to talk about, but I don’t want there to be too much random information to digest in this one long entry (blame the e-mail).

Right now, I’m currently without any make-up. No face powder, nothing. They’re all stored in some box that I was too lazy to sort through, so now, I’m sitting here with a face that reflects light as I’m walking down the hallways. Plus, my cheeks are extremely rosy, and by rosy, I don’t mean this in a good way. It’s a blotchy and uneven tone of rosiness that makes me look like my cheeks alone baked in the sun for hours without sunblock.

I currently am recovering from the worst hemorrhoid. TMI (too much info) for most people, I’m sure, but those who know me know that I’m always having some sort of hemorrhoidal issue. But the one I got a few days ago from moving was probably caused by the “heavy lifting” I did trying to move huge boxes and tons of trash out of my old apartment. It was excruciating to sit, to drive, to stand, to bend over, and to walk. So basically, it was painful to be alive and in existence. At work, all I could daydream about was a donut: not Dunkin Donuts, a donut cushion to sit on and ease the stress off my protruding lump of flesh. Thankfully, it’s a lot better today, and the pain isn’t constant. Though, I still walk with my butt jutting out a bit, like I got a new bootie. Hopefully by the end of this week, I’ll be fully recovered.

That’s all for today, friends. I love how the entry started off with a warning about scam e-mails and ended with something involving a toosh ailment.