The Lingering Question

Why did you lie about that Friday?

It could and would have ended differently if you hadn’t lied.

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Explaining the Drama

A number of my coworkers and friends have been worried about me lately because I haven’t seem my usually peppy self. The truth of the matter is that I can no longer continue to pretend that everything is OK because the pretending is tedious and leaves me feeling overwhelmed and drained.

If it wasn’t bad enough that I was stupid enough to put up with physical abuse, my former partner has now decided to slander my name using none other than a blog. I didn’t want to bring my personal drama to I Was Born Doing Reference Work In Sin; however, I feel I have no choice as my former partner is using the web to to slander my name. This me being real… being open… and telling you what’s going on….

The EX is an angry person, and I am too, so I can’t knock him for that. We’re splitting ways, which means we are both moving. He’s upset from a financial standpoint about the move. For the last five months I have paid 75% of the rent and allowed him to be late with paying me back for bills. I know– Piss on me once, shame on you. Piss on me twice, shame on me.

The EX also cheated on me in December of 2007 while visiting his family in Houston for Christmas. I fly out to meet a chunk of his family for the first time, and it was my first Christmas away from my family. I do have to say, at least he waited until I left the city before he cheated on me. I suspected that he cheated after seeing some very friendly pictures on Myspace; however, I decided to believe him when denied that anything happened However, it all came out last month– he finally admitted to cheating.

THEN I discovered that the EX had been responding to and posting ADs on Craigslist. He had 150 emails in the email account titled AtlBlackBook, which he created just for his Craigslist fun.

Now, I’m the bad guy.

I am tired of being angry, and I am freaking exhausted.

One of my favorite lines from FRIED GREENS TOMATOES is, “God doesn’t close a door without opening a window.” Well, I could really use that window right about now.

Legislature 2008: Lawmakers chomping to bite Gators over tags

Seriously? We have an elected official worrying about car tags in Florida? Oh wait… he’s running for Congress this summer….. so waste time and money that should be going to benefit his district to benefit his own personal goals— that makes total sense.

Legislature 2008: Lawmakers chomping to bite Gators over tags

By Jim Galloway
The Atlanta Journal-Constitution
Published on: 02/12/08

Apparently, only one thing can unite fractious Republican lawmakers at the state Capitol.

And it’s not Hillary Clinton.

It’s the University of Florida.

On Monday, GOP lawmakers announced a rare, united House-Senate effort to force the state of Florida to lower its barriers to specialty car tags that honor University of Georgia alumni. Otherwise, the Georgia legislators said, they will discontinue the Gator-oriented tags just won from the state Department of Revenue by an Atlanta group of University of Florida grads.

Pitching the bill is House Minority Whip Barry Fleming (R-Harlem), who just happens to be running for Congress this summer and will require support from Athens, where he just happened to earn undergraduate and law degrees. And despite the Georgia-Florida jokes that clog offices and sports bars throughout the state, the lawmaker says he is dead serious.

“Just like we have reciprocity for bar exams, just as we have reciprocity on tuition and all kinds of licensing and whatnot, it would make sense to have reciprocity in this area, too,” Fleming said.

Creating a new specialty car tag in Georgia requires a petition signed by 1,000 people who declare themselves willing to pony up the extra $25 for the privilege. The state revenue commissioner must approve the design.

Members of the Atlanta Gator Club just completed the process.

But in Florida, those who want a new specialty tag must pay the state government a $60,000 processing fee. An independent firm must conduct a random survey of the Florida population to determine that at least 30,000 residents intend to purchase the plates. At least 1,000 specialty tags must be sold every year. And the design must be approved by the Legislature, according to the Florida state department of motor vehicles Web site.

Georgia Senate President Pro Tem Eric Johnson (R-Savannah) said those requirements amount to a ban when it comes to UGA alumni in Florida. “If this bill passes and you can’t get a University of Georgia alumni tag in Florida, then they would not be able to renew [their] tag,” Johnson said.

Bill Piercy, an Atlanta business lawyer and a ’94 graduate of the University of Florida, didn’t like what he heard.

“Obviously, we’re disappointed. We’re willing to pay the fee just like the wildlife people,” Piercy said.

Bad News But More Beth Gylys

Today, I received an email from ToasterMag’s editor that he has decided to put ToasterMag on hold. The next issue, the Pride issue, will be the last. Disappointment. I’m feeling loads of disappointment. As I read his lengthy email I understand why he doing what he is doing, and it isn’t the end– just the end of a monthly ezine. At some point there will be something down the road, but I can’t really find comfort in that. I’ve been working hard on developing the creative writing portion of ToasterMag. My latest project was starting an annual contest for ToasterMag— it was all set to happen, and the talented and freaking awesome poet, Laure-Anne Bosselaar, was going to be the judge. The editor offered to make special provisions for the contest to still happen because he knows how much of my heart I had already poured in, but I don’t think I’ll take him up on it—– it wouldn’t be the same. Oh well, time to find a different way to burn some of my energy.

Now some happiness…..

AFTERWARDS

Your desktop PC is well-equipped to handle
every disaster from spilled coffee to a power surge,
which is only one reason I don’t understand
how you can just stand there,
puzzling at the toes of your Reeboks,
as if you might think of an apology for yourself
or your lack of courteous love-making practices,
such as kissing me on the neck,
for instance, or taking off your tube socks,
which, after all, usually have holes, and anyway,
you told me you didn’t believe in all that shit
about mutuality of marriage, so at least you could stop
curling your lip like a frazzled Doberman
and fuck like you want to fuck
or leave like you’re never coming back.

~ Beth Gylys
from BODIES THAT HUM, Silverfish Review Press