so for the first time (possibly not the last) i have to amend a post made here (with possible apologies to all parties involved)
i got another phone call this afternoon, taking me to task for my post about my surreal life post (don’t be lazy, go look for it.) apparently it was untrue or misheard or misrepresented or quite possibly all of the above. so my ego is shattered but apparently there are serious ripples.
that’s the thing about rumours and hearsay, like ripples in a pond with each telling it gets further and further from the truth.
so to clarify:
1. i did not have sexual (or any relations) with said young woman (and she never said that she did either)
2. any other stories originating from the primary tale are also untrue.
(cue lesson music)
i learned a valuable lesson today, rumours and heresay are bad. but then again i always knew that.
i guess when you hear a story that’s too good to be true it usually is.
peace.
i should be curled up in my bed ready to sleep, but due to some personality/biological quirk, i am bright eyed and bushy tailed but when i do crash it’s going to be hard. the fucking annual report is finally out of my hair, even though i had to give up my afternoon for it. so much my big laundry plans, i’m eyeing the pile of dirty clothes for the least dirty to wear.
i’m getting a lot of attitude from the woman that hired me to do the job and i’m really regretting taking the job, if she tries to fuck me on this i’m going to be really upset. on to more pleasant thought, there is a picture of me at the media awards in my gallery, i’m on the very end in the red shirt and sarong (not that you can tell in the picture), next to me is karen, my accomplice. if you want to know who else is in the picture email me.
speaking of sarongs vic wore hers for the first time today, the thought of which still has my heart racing, it was the only thing that prevented from going postal this afternoon. thank you vic.
now that all the paying shit i have to do is out of my hair, i can cruise all my boards and the usual haunts and bring to you my loyal readers, links of interest and as it’s tuesday let’s start out with dan the man:
savage love from the village voice (this week is extra special – trust me)
nerve’s bad erotic fiction winners
at last a smoking gun in iraq
meanwhile in a non-oil rich portion of the world
in lighter news
finally proof that metafilter is evil (insert sinster laugh here)
cake or death – a link to one of the funniest comedians on the planet
and while we’re here my other fave comedian – george carlin
there are more links but i’m tired of copying and pasting, so go here and expand you horizons.
the weariness is beginning to settle in, that compounded by the fact it’s hot as all fuck, it slowly driving me to bed. couple with which journalspace is being wonky, i can go to certain blogs but not others. i really should get a life.
gnight.
not very. massive ingestions of liquid crack aren’t helping and some how i think my choclate/sugar/caffine diet from my london insomnia day is definitely not a good idea at the moment, my hope is to make it through the day, go home and collapse in my bed.
but as the adage goes there is no rest for the wicked, i have no clean clothes, i haven’t done laundry for about 2 months. so before i can collapse into bed i have to trek over to the laundy.
when i have some more coherent thoughts, i’ll be back.
you know that point when you’re so tired, you just can’t sleep?
yes, you read right. there is a point where you’ve pushed your body past the limits, you’re running on pure adrenaline or something. i got to that point about 1:30 this morning as i created pdfs and lower versions of qxp of the file i was working on just to make sure the idiots that have to print the job, don’t find a reason to fuck it up, every font, every file, everything. i may not be giving them enough credit, but based on conversation i had with the moron of a printer tonight (well last night) i think i need to have all my bases covered. i also don’t know if this is the exhasution or i’m mellowing in my old age, but i broke the golden rule tonight, i handed over printer ready art work without collection a cheque first. i’m taking a leap of faith and hoping it doesn’t bite me in the ass (i can always tell when i’m tired i start mixing my metaphors), the client (or at least the person that hired me) is the wife of a good friend and the person that help me develop my job principles, so i’m hoping the pittance i get (or don’t get) paid does not end a very long friendship.
you might be wondering why the hell at 2:30am i don’t go to fucking sleep… the problem with that is that i have another job to finish or at least have a near final draft to send to the client first thing in the morning, i took it thinking i would be done and rid of the fucking annual report by 10pm latest. i can’t bail now, so i just going to keep on going, hopefully, i’ll get some sleep tonight, otherwise it’s caffine OD tomorrow.
i should get to work, i’ll be back later. either when i’m done or when i get up or when i eventually get to work.
and it’s the absolute truth, even by bill clinton’s standards.
in what has to be one of the most bizarre/outrageous/surreal fucking moments of my life, i got a call from an ex today asking me if i had been involved with a woman around the same time we had been involved. what makes the conversation spiral into the ether, is that i don’t know the woman of which she speaks (not even in the biblical sense). well i’ve had conversations with her, but that’s within the last 6 months and it’s was just professional. what makes it even stranger is that we didn’t just have sex, but some sort of relationship.
now i’ve done flaky things in my youth, but i’ve never been so drunk, disenchanted or had such a complete mental breakdown that i would not remember someone i had slept with far less for had a relationship with. the question foremost in my mind is why? i’m almost tempted to call her on it, but the other question it begs is what good would it do?
i’m still struggling with the last fucking print (please god, let it be) of the annual report project (some anal retentive took pen to paper to change stray caps and fix every hypen), i stated talking to vic and then lost the network connection, fuck! fuck! fuck! an hour and a half later it’s close to midnight and i’m still not home and i have another job to get started. the kind of shit i have to do just keep my fucking head above water.
i’m going to be late for work, so i figured i might as well compound it by going to the atomic temple and taking a bunch of tests.
can you tell how bored and unmotivated i am. the project (annual report) is done, due to go to the printer today but i’m not handing it over til i get paid (guaranteed to win me friends i tell you) but i never want to work with these people again, so no great loss.
on to the test results (i’m not entirely sure how accurate some of these are because the answer choices seem kind of limited)
SEX TOY:
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ROMANCE:
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BOOK WORM:
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it’s been a long and shitty day and vic is away for the weekend so i didn’t even have her company to look forward to tonight.
but here are some quick links before i turn in for the night. i need to get some fucking sleep, no more slacking off next week, i am the art department at work, til i find a new slave (whoops, juniour artist) and the copy writer wouldn’t know good writing if it jumped up and smacked her around a bit. so more shit for me to deal with. boy am i looking forward to going to work tomorrow.
anyway, the links…
The Disney Doctrine: The Ten Commandments of Childhood
Read it and weep – the independent (uk) looks at book we loathe the US Govt. isn’t so concerned about what behaviour breaches the (Geneva) convention, anymore
thank you and good night.
yesterday was packed to the gills with all the fun shit that makes life so enjoyable and interesting.
the birthday lunch for my younger daughter went off fairly hitchless, my older daughter was here as well and a good time was had by all. sometime in between all of this i found time to finish the cover for the annual report, attempt to deliver it to the client, come back home, wash my hair get dressed and be very late for the media excellence awards.
my date for the evening was the always lovely karen (who i must say looked stunning) and i think we made quite the impression, got there late, but then made the rounds hilton poolside for the free food and drink. we weren’t sure if it was me in the sarong and red shirt or the small muscular indian woman in the hot dress by my side or the combination of the two.
we left the media awards around 11, wandering sort of aimlessly, well not entirely, planning to swing by after dark to see who was about and show off karen in her hot femme duds, she was just too hot, we left a little after 4am.
which brings us up to speed, i’m working on corrections to the annual report, i’ve had 3 1/2 hours sleep and now i have a shitload of corrections to do. joy.
i’ll be back.
the project i’m working on is still not done, but i’ve made major headway. the important pages are with the client for proofing.
in personal news, i was just rereading vic’s last post and realising that it need some perspective.
here some perspective in your eye (and tell me if you notice any parallels):
vic met someone online, fell in love, got married, moved lock, stock and child to be with her husband, couldn’t work, got depressed, hubby wasn’t quite what he purported to be, vic got more unhappy, more depressed, husband got weird and verbally abusive, vic packs it in and returns home. fast forward some months later, vic meets someone else online, falls in love…
i understand vic reluctance to move here. i haven’t been the best spokesman for trinidad, her worries about getting a job. the last time she moved away with her, she was at least on the same continent. i think she should come clean with her mother, but having some mother issues of my own, i understand her position there as well.
a day later, i’m no longer as angry and upset as i was. vic and are going to make it somewhere, somehow. if she comes and decides she can’t live in trinidad, that’s not going to be the end of the world. we are just going to have to ensure that there are no 8 months windows where don’t see each other.
the bottomline is i love victoria, more than i have ever loved any human being and i’m not giving her up for anything.
today is the piglet’s birthday, so i’m off to spend some quality time.
Application Type: I130, IMMIGRANT PETITION FOR RELATIVE, FIANCE(E), OR ORPHAN Current Status: Your I130 IMMIGRANT PETITION FOR RELATIVE, FIANCE(E), OR ORPHAN was received on March 4, 2002. We mailed you a receipt with information about processing. It is taking between 990 and 999 days for us to process this kind of case. We will mail you a decision as soon as processing is complete.
this figure is up from the original 225 days stated on the petition and the 500 – 600 just last month.
