Right now I could scream at the top of my lungs and tear all my hair out before I even hit the age of 30. All because I receive about 10-15 pieces of junk mail per day at my AOL inbox.

And, I've taken all the steps in trying to prevent junk e-mail from piling up.

First, I started to use mail control to block every email address that belongs to an e-junker, some of which still show up. I don't know how they're getting past the blockage. I finally emailed AOL and questioned them about that problem so hopefully I have an answer from them soon. Also, I've been taking my time to forward every piece of junk mail to AOL's TOSSPAM or TOSEMAIL1. All of this takes me a good 10 minutes of my precious time every day to flush them out.

Also, half the e-junks are porn ads. I don't understand it. I mean, I don't even look at porn. Ok, I've looked in the past, but not with my aol account, so where do they get off that I might be interested, especially when my profile says I'm a girl? Yeah, yeah, I know what everyone's gonna say.....it's random, if you've got a profile up, they'll take what they can, blah, blah, blah.

So the other day, I got really fed up and did something I feel is a bit juvenile now by changing my profile answers to:

Your Name: Junk E-mail Killer

City, State, Country: Junk E-mail Killer Town

Marital Status: Single Junk E-mail Killer

Hobbies: Killing Junk E-mailers and their Junk E-mail

Computer Used: Junk E-mailer Killer Machine

Occupation: Junk E-mail Killer

Personal Quote: Kill all junk e-mailers.

I have now completely deleted my AOL profile.

*Taking A Big Breath* Ok, I feel a bit better now that I've let all that steam out.

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I want to talk about Puma now. Thinking and talking about Puma relaxes me because Puma makes me all sugary sweet and full of love.

I was in the bathroom the other day, sitting on the toilet, and as usual, I see Puma sticking his paws underneath the bathroom door. Why is it that cats do this? Or is it just my cat? So, usually, I will just laugh and mutter a "Puma...you soooo cute!" and then throw a piece of rolled up toilet paper at him (unused, of course.) and watch him swat it back at me. Here's a pic:

Well, the other day, I thought I'd just bend over and put my cheek against the floor to see under the door. That's when I saw Puma's cute little kitty face peeking at me from underneath the door. He was lying on his side, two paws sticking through the crevice and furry cheek against the carpet. I just busted out laughing, right there on the floor. It was too cute. Whose cat does this, too?