Talking about a bad girl

One of the things I guess I’ve developed from my ‘dice with death’ cancer moment is the fact that I’ve decided I might as well have a bit more fun with my life, which is probably shown by yesterday’s picture, with the silver wig, silver bodysuit, and everything else. Yes, the temptation to wear the silver look on Thursday for the ‘medical team meeting’ on Thursday is definitely growing, even if the bodysuit will have to be under standard clothing, and the wig will only be worn for the actual team thing, not the whole visit, but anyway…

And certainly, due to a few politicians, and other people, my tendency to put up with idiots levels have gone down too. In this case, a spammer, as no, I doubt I’d have the cheek to actually do it to a politician, but dont call me out on that, lol.

So this morning, when I opened my email box, I had one of those emails, supposedly from a guy named Magnus in Sweden, offering me a half share of $6.2Million if I helped him with his ‘project’. Thing is, it came from a guy named Juvencio, with a Brazilian email address, so… Now normally in the past, with me, this would have been instantly deleted, and taken no further, but in my current mood, and because he’s made such an awful job of covering up who he really was, well, I decided 2 could play at that game, so I sent back a reply, though not the one he was hoping for, but this one…

Dear Juvencio,

My name is Dominatrix Queen of Pluto, writing to you from my home planet. I have a vacancy in my dungeon for a human slave or two from planet Earth, in need of severe punishment, and you sound an ideal candidate. I certainly trust your pussy eating skills are up to my demands, if not, I suggest you learn soon. In the meanwhile, send me promptly a silver latex catsuit as a tribute, size 16 UK. When you inform me this has been purchased, I will provide the address to send it to, where my teleporting unit is stored.

Given you might find Pluto a little chilly for your feeble human body, and I am capable of teleporting my dungeon to a suitable building on your feeble planet, I suggest you use some of that money on the purchase of a mansion in the area known as Hollywood, in Los Angeles, and let me know when you have completed this task, by sending me a set of pictures of my new Earth home.

I demand to hear that you have completed my demands within the next 30 days.

Your new powerful Dominatrix,

H, though I advise you to call me Mistress H

No, I’m not expecting a reply of course, but the thought of him seeing an email in his box when he got up this morning, thinking he had scammed someone, and then opened it, giggle… Of course, if you find in the future a blog written by me, from Hollywood, while wearing a silver latex catsuit, well…

OK, video. Well, I guess sending an email to someone, even a very poor scammer would make me a bad girl, so why not this one? Yes, I’d love that purple outfit Donna Summer is wearing, of course I would. So…?

 

The delights of the mail service!

Yes, today was one of those days when I realized what a blessing email is! Because if you use the standard mail service…ah well!

As regular readers will know, I’ve applied for rent benefit, due to the fact I’m not working, have got no money, and everything else! All my correspondence with the local council, including the application, have been done online, either through the required forms, or by email. Anyway, when I checked the progress of things last week, by email, I was told that they were waiting to hear back from the rent officer on the matter, given I’m a private lodger.

So fine, this morning I had a job interview. I left here just before 11.00, to go to this, leaving Eric in the house, on his own, as Dave was already out in town. What happened, was that about 5 minutes after I left, the rent officer turned up here, to do an inspection of what my living facilities, and arrangements looked like. It seemed he had sent out a letter, informing me about this, but thats where the fun begins, as it hadnt arrived here.

Anyway, shortly after that, the mail was delivered, including a letter for me. Put in my room, awaiting my return! Yes, you’ve guessed it, said letter from rent officer! Given it was dated last Thursday, I’m wondering if it was put in the post, too late for Thursday collections. Given then that we had a lengthy Bank Holiday weekend, I’m suspecting that it went nowhere, before Tuesday! Which of course, makes arrival on Thursday quite reasonable, but if this poor man thought it went out last Thursday…

Anyway, I rang the number on the letter, to be told there had been several cases of this already today, so I strongly suspect the time of sending out did play a part. She did say he might ring up and rearrange a visit, or as according to the letter, he can make a decision based on the paperwork I’ve given him. At least he’s seen the house, knows it exists, knows I exist, so hopefully I will soon get the good news, and I can get a bit of money to help with things. At this present moment, I’m 3 weeks behind on rent (£420), which I hate being, because its causing problems for others, but until they pay up…No, I’m not doing one of those ghastly loans at a million per cent interest rates, nor am I expected to. But if anyone can help, interest free, until this gets sorted…would be nice!

But yes, if like most people nowadays, he’d used email to let me know, I could have arranged it for a better time today! But he didn’t, so…

Fine, the video. A tribute to the man who finally delivered that letter today