For Fuck Sake. Why are Exes such assholes.
I email My Husband, soon to be Ex sometime in this millennium. and tell him I need all my Old Self portrait files, Since I only have the prints and he designed the last site. So I go and pick up the CD last night get home open it, NOT ONE FUCKIGN SELF PORTRAIT in the fucker. WTF! ASSHOLE! not only did he crop my ass out of every picture on my last site... fuck it.I don't feel like scanning old prints and touching up. the reason the Site is called STILLTANYA.com is because I didn't want to go through all the mess to reclaim my old URL back from him. But what kills me is I know he has all his assets for the site in one place it's not like he couldn't find them.
Whatever!!!
Anyway. I got some killer stuff from the time I did the watermelon shoot that is not the watermelon stuff but other stuff. I'm keeping it secret till the launch date or else you will have already seen everything day by day.
BTW I have decided the launch data is going to be Halloween, to give myself more time and its a date no one forgets when you say hey,
"My site will go live on HALLOWEEN!" www.stilltanya.com
Fell asleep on the stewie movie,
Had gourmet Chinese food last night
Craving of the Day: LOBSTER ROLL, Just 2 more days!!!
OCDF:95%
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I've been thinking about writing you since you
kindly accepted my invite to become friends a
few week back.
First of all, that is a lovely photo in this journal.
It looks like the Kilmainham Gaol in Ireland, where the Rebel Leaders were taken and shot
after the Easter Rising, but from the lightness of
the dress I would say a warmer climate is probable. Pardon me, my best moments are often when I think I am Sherlock Holmes.
What I think is we were both married to a person
with the same disposition. Your journal todays
is all too familiar. Of all the worst ways to try to hang on to somebody, the one by spite is the
largest pain in the ass of them all. It took my
X and me 12 years to talk to one another once
we split, ten miserable years of hell because there was a kid involved, and I wasn't about to
abandon him, so had to live through the misery
of her snapping the whip when she saw that
"weakness" in me. A real man, I suppose, would have just walked out on his son, and not
left a door open through which she could still play a role in my life.
But you know what. Even assholes like me and
her get to grow up. I did some long time in 12
step movement, and finally learned how to give
away a good deal of my own most self destructive stuff, and she saw that I was working, and we started to talk a little, then a
little more, and then when a business I was running failed, she told me she could give me
the top floor in our old house if I needed it until
I got back on my feet. By then she had found
what she was looking for: the same thing I was,
actually, another woman. Seriously, she was
now openly and proudly gay, and fair play to her. So I took the floor, and still live here, and
she is moving around downstairs. Sometimes,
you fucking marry the wrong person. Or better,
most of us grow new personalities based on new
interests and new self discoveries every five to seven years, so it's no more marriages for me.
I truly wish you well with what you are dealing
with. You have a friend out here in California
who would be happy to write, send emails
whatever, if you need someone to talk about
these things with. If the situation sucks, I am
nonetheless glad to have the opportunity to say
hello. I like to actually to try and see if I can
find a new friend among my friends here at SG.
So great, powerful feeling, when that happens.
Always worth a try.
Again that's a wonderful picture you post with
this journal. I wish we could get a glass of wine,
and go for a walk in the gardens and sunshine
I imagine just outside. Drago (Bob Callahan)