Tuesday, November 28, 2006

What's New?


what's new pussycat (doll)?.....

Whoa ohhhh ohhhhh

Not much going on here. My new job is going swell. I just have to adjust to big PR firm culture and all its evils and perks. Like free bagels and massages. Sigh. Oh, and the douchebag ex has yet to contact me. 2 steps forward and 14,000 steps back.

So for now I am just staying busy being a PR queen by day and heartbroken glittery vixen by night (courtesy of my massive collection of Sephora makeup). Actually, wouldn't that tag line make an awesome calling card? :)


Anonymous MappyB said...

I'm just catching up with some blogs before work this morning. I'm so sorry to read your last post. Just keep thinking positive for the time being; if that's possible. We need to discuss over some wine. Maybe before I move?

And yes, I love the new tag line! :)

7:09 AM  
Blogger NubianTemptres43 said...

yes that is a great tagline, with one minor edit . . . PR queen/diva by day and glittery vixen by night!

if he doesn't call, you'll be just fine, cause you are too fine to be waiting on him - right!?!

4:28 PM  
Blogger Cail said...

I wrote a HUGE long comment (that I'm about to try and reproduce below) back when you and MK broke up. I've been insanely busy at work and haven't had a second to rewrite it, but it remains the best advice I've ever gotten, and I hope it helps you. Here goes.

After dating my boyfriend for my final two years of college (his first two out of college) and despite my repeated concessions to some serious incompatibility issues, he broke up with me three days after I graduated. After promises of a ring, after I had left my support system behind, after I made plans to move to the city where he lived, he ended things with very little explanation. He "started" to date someone else, but continued to send me emails telling me that he wanted to "come back to me eventually", that he was trying to figure things out, he missed me, etc. With each communication from him, I would be reduced to a mass of sobbing red-facedness and any gains I made towards feeling like a normal human being were erased. Eventually, my father (who gives the best advice in the world) finally stepped in. Dad explained that the ex (and my feelings for him) were like a new puppy that needed to be trained. He told me to lock the puppy in the basement, because every time I heard it whimper, and went down to "pet the puppy" (i.e., answer emails, phone calls, etc.), the puppy realized it had my attention, and would have to start training the puppy all over again. The more I ignored the puppy, the quieter he would be, and would eventually settle down and stop begging for my attention. Every time the ex called, my father cautioned me "Don't pet the puppy" and eventually it worked. The more distance I got from my most recent communication with the ex, the more okay I felt, and the more okay I felt, the more confident I felt about being without him. Of course, it took a couple of relapses to train myself, but the puppy eventually stopped barking, and I stopped straining my ears to hear it.

Sorry for the novel, but I hope this advice helps-- a lot of my friends swear by it. Breakups just plain suck, and I'm keeping my fingers crossed that Santa brings you a hottie wrapped in a bow!

11:13 AM  
Blogger VP of Dior said...

cail - effin brilliant analogy. i have a long way to go before i stop petting the damn puppy.

3:53 PM  
Blogger Gunfighter said...

Excellent Tom JOnes references.

9:16 AM  
Blogger Asian Mistress said...

I LOVE your comment cail...I only wish I had been so wise a few years ago...wdnpje

9:58 AM  
Blogger Asian Mistress said...

Sorry my word verification got typed in my comment haha

9:58 AM  
Blogger Cail said...

Honestly, I STILL have to remind myself of it at times. The ex/puppy was the first person I REALLY loved-- you know, the way that you can only love someone before you know how badly you can get hurt. Although that relationship ended almost five years ago, I still have moments where I give him free rent for space in my head, and I have to put an extra padlock on the basement door.

10:47 AM  

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