So a few months back, I started getting these really weird phone calls from the Miami FBI. At first this guy told me he needed to meet with me to discuss the fact that my name was a list of people who may potentially have their identity stolen. Strange, huh? I told him I lived in NYC and there was no way I could meet with him.
He called me again a few weeks later to let me know he would be in NY and he wanted to meet with me then at the Federal Building. I told my Dad (prior lawyer and judge) who said the whole thing sounded very suspicious. He told me to tell this guy to meet me at my office, bring his badge, and tell me what the whole thing was really about. So I did. And he asked me if I knew certain people, whom I do.
I am flying courtesy of the FBI to Miami tomorrow to testify on a case I know nothing about. I am scared shitless, especially if I say something wrong and the Haitian mafia comes after me. I am about to call witness protection, seriously. I'll write more tomorrow.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Shock Value
So it's been a year since the last time I wrote on this blog! So much has happened! So much has changed! I was living in Miami at the time I wrote that last year; depressed because I was stuck in a relationship with a crazy man. Well I was also traveling for work and one business trip I had decided I had enough and flew home without telling him (we had moved in together at The Setai) and packed my stuff into my car and drove! Well, he had come home while I was packing and flipped out! He ran after my car, I cried and drove, the typical Virginia/Alex drama. That summer really sucked. As I recall, that was my birthday and I spent it blowing the bag of coke I found in our apartment in a Hampton Inn in the middle of Georgia. I didn't sleep that night and kept driving the next morning until I got to my mom's house in Wilmington, NC. I think I cried the whole way home.
It was my first attempt to be single...I started contact with him again and ended up driving my shit BACK down to Florida where he proceeded to kick me out! We got in a fight, a full length mirror crashed, my dog hid under the bed, he called security on me!!! and I had to drive BACK up to NC again!!! This time crying with my poor dog in my lap. Well, I thought I finally learned my lesson about Alex. Nope, had to deal with him one more time...
After that, I spent the rest of the summer trying to love myself again and traveling alone for work which had it's good and bad points. I hooked up with this cute guy in nantucket who just had a baby (!) with the girlfriend he cheated on me with...seriously. Then I packed my shit AGAIN and drove to NYC, my final resting place for the last year.
I was staying with my dad, which really wasn't working out. I rushed into getting an apartment in Park Slope over a Flat Fix. I was to hear tire drilling for the next 8 months. I let an old friend from college move in with me who turned out to be a complete drug addict and therefore getting me back into the whole mess. Her boyfriend chose to maintain a place on my couch also and refused to pay me rent. This is all after I tried to reconcile with Alex again and he shoved me across the kitchen floor, making me call the police.
Finally, my dad sold my grandfather's house, I made some cash, and got the hell out of Brooklyn faster than you can say Ambesol. I have been living in the West Village in a teeny tiny studio alone (thank god) for the past few months and have been doing (on the whole) a helluva lot better than last year.
It was my first attempt to be single...I started contact with him again and ended up driving my shit BACK down to Florida where he proceeded to kick me out! We got in a fight, a full length mirror crashed, my dog hid under the bed, he called security on me!!! and I had to drive BACK up to NC again!!! This time crying with my poor dog in my lap. Well, I thought I finally learned my lesson about Alex. Nope, had to deal with him one more time...
After that, I spent the rest of the summer trying to love myself again and traveling alone for work which had it's good and bad points. I hooked up with this cute guy in nantucket who just had a baby (!) with the girlfriend he cheated on me with...seriously. Then I packed my shit AGAIN and drove to NYC, my final resting place for the last year.
I was staying with my dad, which really wasn't working out. I rushed into getting an apartment in Park Slope over a Flat Fix. I was to hear tire drilling for the next 8 months. I let an old friend from college move in with me who turned out to be a complete drug addict and therefore getting me back into the whole mess. Her boyfriend chose to maintain a place on my couch also and refused to pay me rent. This is all after I tried to reconcile with Alex again and he shoved me across the kitchen floor, making me call the police.
Finally, my dad sold my grandfather's house, I made some cash, and got the hell out of Brooklyn faster than you can say Ambesol. I have been living in the West Village in a teeny tiny studio alone (thank god) for the past few months and have been doing (on the whole) a helluva lot better than last year.
Monday, April 2, 2007
April 2, 2007
Today we broke up. Again. No wonder I have only cried once. I didn't want him to leave and had sweet and demure memories until he would open his mouth. He was strict about leaving, almost like he was insisting I had insisted. Using me as his excuse to leave. Manipulative. And so on. Until all I can think of is the anger that consumes me when he talks. I could not love him. There is no way. No way can you love someone and go out with other people behind his back. I felt bad doing it, but it was a once in a lifetime chance. Plus, I think God has been trying to give me signs to get out of this relationship for a long time. I have just chosen to walk around with my eyes closed. Everyone told me he was a loser. What did I see in him? Virginia, he is married. Virginia, you will be number three. Virginia, he is putting you down. Why didn't I listen until now? I have even written other journals at times like this to get him off my chest. I feel like my life keeps going in circles and I continue to relive the same day or sequence of days over and over.
How could he leave a few hours ago with all of his stuff and now text me 'Will you come save me, I am at...' ?? I can't keep giving in to these games. I should go to church. I need to stop eating to make me feel better. I have mental problems and won't admit it to myself.
How could he leave a few hours ago with all of his stuff and now text me 'Will you come save me, I am at...' ?? I can't keep giving in to these games. I should go to church. I need to stop eating to make me feel better. I have mental problems and won't admit it to myself.
April 2, 2007
Today we broke up. Again. No wonder I have only cried once. I didn't want him to leave and had sweet and demure memories until he would open his mouth. He was strict about leaving, almost like he was insisting I had insisted. Using me as his excuse to leave. Manipulative. And so on. Until all I can think of is the anger that consumes me when he talks. I could not love him. There is no way. No way can you love someone and go out with other people behind his back. I felt bad doing it, but it was a once in a lifetime chance. Plus, I think God has been trying to give me signs to get out of this relationship for a long time. I have just chosen to walk around with my eyes closed. Everyone told me he was a loser. What did I see in him? Virginia, he is married. Virginia, you will be number three. Virginia, he is putting you down. Why didn't I listen until now? I have even written other journals at times like this to get him off my chest. I feel like my life keeps going in circles and I continue to relive the same day or sequence of days over and over.
How could he leave a few hours ago with all of his stuff and now text me 'Will you come save me, I am at...' ?? I can't keep giving in to these games. I should go to church. I need to stop eating to make me feel better. I have mental problems and won't admit it to myself.
How could he leave a few hours ago with all of his stuff and now text me 'Will you come save me, I am at...' ?? I can't keep giving in to these games. I should go to church. I need to stop eating to make me feel better. I have mental problems and won't admit it to myself.
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