The "ipological clock" is ticking...
I haven't said much about the Cherie situation lately... there really hasn't been much to say.
It's been 4 weeks today since she said she arrived in Los Angeles, and still nothing.
Granted, communication has been difficult because there's a persistent psychotic loser -- the telecom tech from Vegas, yes, you know who you are -- who's been screwing with our telephone communications.
However, Cherie needs to step up and take a little responsibility too. She's not a moron... she needs to be taking steps to circumvent the loser, and she just hasn't been doing that. She knows my address, so that opens up a lot of options for her to get messages to me. Hmmmm, there's the U.S. Mail, FedEx, UPS, couriers... hmmmm, even coming to see me?
And of course, if her phone's not working, she should be trying alternate ways of calling. Get a new cell phone number, maybe, with a different carrier? How about going to the store and getting one of those temporary, prepaid cellphones? Better yet, if she thinks this loser's monitoring my phone too, she can get 2 of the prepaid cellphones... keep one for herself, then FedEx me the other one... then the loser won't know either of the numbers!
Her mom knows where I play softball on Wednesday nights... she can get word to Cherie and have her show up. Hey, I have an extension and a voice mail at Fox... from a landline, Cherie can call the switchboard, ask for me, and leave me a voice mail there!
But the fact is, this has been going on way too long without a resolution, and my patience has been stretched thinner than thin. I love her -- well, as much as you can love somebody you've never met in person -- but I really can't take this. Some women have to pay attention to their biological clocks... but right now, Cherie needs to pay attention to her "ipological clock," because it's ticking... and it's ticking loudly.