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| Diva Does a Pack and Unpack |
| 09.09.09 (8:28 pm) [edit] |
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I've actually been working while at the beach. In fact, right now, I'm sitting out on the balcony overlooking the ocean, sun has set... I had an appt with a referral from a client to another fertility clinic - was going to pack up the car (with felines), park in the hospital garage to keep them cool while I met with the doc, and then drive home. Car packed. I needed to depart at 9:45 am to get to Jacksonville on time. At 9am, another referral emailed me, saying to call her at 9:30 about getting together. I call her, she wants to meet me tomorrow in Orlando. So I unpack the car in 10 minutes, and head up to Jacksonville. Have a great appt. Drive back to Daytona. Now do I want to drive to Orlando with kitties and then straight back to Atlanta? Or back to Daytona to pick them up? This appt isn't at a hospital - so it's not covered parking... Debating about what to do |
| Diva Gets Tackled! |
| 09.07.09 (8:47 am) [edit] |
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Last week at the beach was quiet... Too quiet but good. The folks at the condo complex this week are much more interesting. |
| Hot Stud's Bombshell |
| 09.03.09 (6:37 pm) [edit] |
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So...
The bombshell "Hot Stud" mentioned... is rather ironic. Turns out he has a kid. 2 1/2 years old. A girl. He, who never wanted to have kids... and swore to me when we were seeing each other regularly (3-4 years ago) that we were 'fluid bonded'. (Meaning we had been tested and wouldn't be sleeping with anyone else without protection.) I wasn't sleeping with anyone else. But it's kinda hard to knock someone up when you're not using protection. Am I upset about the kid? Nope, I think it's a good thing - someone that he can hopefully love unconditionally. I would like to know why he's decided now, after so long, to disclose the child. (He claimed his family was 'embarrassed' about his 'bastard child'. Um, ok.) What I am upset about is that he was taking my own life in his hands. If he wants to get some disease, that's his choice. But exposing me to it, something different. Yes, I had doubts about his exclusivity. I'm not a fool. But I believed that he wouldn't risk unprotected sex with someone else. I've already closed the door on us being physically involved any further. Now I have some doubts about continuing our friendship at all. I mean, if he can be so cavalier about exposing me to who knows what, how good of a friend can he be? Maybe, it's time to move on and leave him behind. |
| Radio boy battles (I've lost count...) |
| 09.03.09 (6:29 pm) [edit] |
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Tuesday night, Radio Boy C calls me. (He's muted so he goes straight to vm) Wednesday am, I check vm. He's STILL ranting about Radio Boy B. Still thinks Radio Boy B has conspired against him to make sure he doesn't get a job at radio station D. Ironically, one of Radio Boy C's best radio buds is now working the same morning show as Radio Boy B. So if he's that much of a bud, wouldn't he pull strings to get him a gig? Nope. I've told Radio Boy C to NOT mention Radio Boy B ever again to me. Three times. So this latest rant on my vm, I responded via text: "I've asked you to NOT discuss Radio Boy B with me now for the FOURTH time." He calls. It goes to vm. He leaves another ranting vm. Saying I need to see a neurologist. Um. yeah. I'm not the one that has an anger problem, has repeatedly gotten fired from various radio gigs and has a reputation for being a hothead/pothead. I send him an email making it abundantly clear - I tell him since he cannot stick to my request about not bringing up Radio Boy B, to NEVER contact me again. I wished him well but he has problems that are beyond my help/support and my patience has worn out. So far, no further contact. I feel sorry for him. I hope he gets his shit straight. At his core, I think he's a neat, intelligent, talented guy that has made some bad decisions and needs to grow up. |
| Diva asks for an |
| 09.03.09 (6:18 pm) [edit] |
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So I'm on vacation. "The Boss" and I had a discussion about it on Thursday last week. He calls me Monday at 8:14 asking me where I am (as I am 'late' for the meeting). I say "name, I am at the beach. I am on vacation." (long pause) "Oh. So you won't be in the office today?" (me -long pause) "No. I am on VACATION." Tuesday 8am. He calls. Again. I answer. "You in the office?" I pause, this is a joke, right? "No, insert his name here, I am at the beach still." "Oh, okay." click. Wednesday... silence. Thursday. 2pm. He calls. Twice. 2nd time, leaves a vm. Know what? The entire purpose of this vacation is to have some time away from him. I'm not even checking it. I'm on f'ing vacation. Can I get an "AMEN!"? P.S. For any of you nutcases, my friend Carter, who is 6'9 with two big-ass dogs is staying at my home. And he better f'ing be alone because if I find out he's boinking sluts in my bed, he's dead. |
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