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Friday, January 23, 2004
It's gettin' It's gettin' It's gettin' kinda hectic...Yesterday was an odd day back at work... I guess I didn't feel satisfied with my days off, so I kind of just slacked.. I joked, talked and complained.
Early in the evening, our features page designer was desperate for art for a wire story that was going on tomorrow's section front. So he called in a photog and got together some people from the newsroom for a photo-op. Each person photographed had to meet one requirement... He/she must have a tattoo. The story was about the popularity of tattoos and the fact that people who are getting them are putting them in places that can be covered up during work. So several people were shot (with the camera), myself included.... Of course, it doesn't show my face -- just the tat -- but there's Michaelangelo in newsprint. About half an hour later, Katherine showed up with Meaghan to sell some Girl Scout cookies. While I took Meg around the newsroom gathering orders, Kat was talking to the page designer. She mentioned her tattoo and he had the photog shoot hers as well. Turned out that they used her tat (Old school Strawberry Shortcake's cat, Custard, holding a strawberry) as the front page promotional spot at the top. So the first thing every reader will see tomorrow is Kat's tattoo. The pic is also featured on the same page as mine. Pretty funny. Remember, that e-mail I got a while back? Well, I just got this one too.... I am contacting you about cross linking. I am interested in mikeystmnt.com because it looks like it's relevant to a site for which I am seeking links. The site is about pet odor control and removal products. Well, this is worse than "Laura Benning's" letter.... At least hers sounded legit. This one is straight out of an e-mail generator. Do these people actually think I'm going to link to them .... I mean, wtf, PET ODOR CONTROL AND REMOVAL PRODUCTS? Oy, vey. Mikey was being stupid at 6:13 AM :: Sunday, January 18, 2004
Where do we go from here?It really is impossible to go back to the point that we were at before.
But, all in all, I really didn't expect we would. It's been five months, and I've talked to him on the phone almost five days a week since then. It's been draining -- to say the least. I never said it was some horrible thing to talk to him, but it has been really difficult. I don't think either of us planned on speaking to our ex-boyfriend on a nearly daily basis. I can't do it anymore... have these heavy conversations... I don't want him to "find me" ... I don't want to have to worry about him constantly. I want to know he's okay and that he'll be okay. He says he may very well be setting himself up for a fall, but (even if he says I'm not) I don't want to be responsible for that. Speaking plainly... it was good for a while, but it didn't last. And we both need to work to get past it. ................. As usual, we have talked on the phone since I began posting my feelings on this subject. We've talked about all of this for hours on end, and (as you can see from the comments below) he's had his say both here and on his own blog. It seems that no matter how many times we discuss it all we can do is "agree to disagree" ... I feel certain things and he feels certain things and there's no way out of the circle... "We both have a gun to each other's head." At close to 2 this afternoon, I got a phone call from him... elaborating on a call note he left last night, which sounded something like, "The police are here, I'm doing my best, I'll handle it and try to stay calm." If I'd heard this message last night, I probably would have freaked, thinking he was on a suicide path. But I would have been wrong. His call this afternoon clarified the actual events.... Apparently, the drunken idiots upstairs were threatening to kill him, so he called the cops. Of course, it's much more complex than that. Obviously, I'm very concerned. I want him to be safe and sound. But it's this kind of worry that dances on my heart strings and on my nerves. I haven't been the carefree, happy-go-lucky guy I was when first began our relationship; I'm much darker and scared now... and I just don't know how to deal with it anymore. Mikey was being stupid at 9:42 PM :: |