10.15.2004

torts

offer is now off the table. did some research (i love that law library), had some convo's with assorted ambulance chasers, the minimum likely judgment should be 10-20 grand.

thanks for the advice, daffy. i got that second opinion. admitted breaking & entering trumps ex post calls that never went through, any day of the week. especially in a civil setting. preponderance of the evidence. nice bluff, but you did your client a disservice here.

you'd better wire in some more dough from long-term capital, honey. civil retainers are even higher.

postscript: and now i get counsel (thanks T, as if i didn't know this, my appeals are already half-drafted) that the monetary judgments in family court were total BS--they'll get tossed out faster than you can say, "presiding judge thought he could pull a fast one on self-represented party". and oh, how i pray that she & daffy challenge me further--she's too stupid to realize he's yet another self-interested party (see "physio scam", Cafe Too). could be another 2+ grand--again, all on her tab. we're fast approaching 20G's, pre-civil action. LOL.

10.14.2004

intersection

so i'm in the fairmont lobby, loitering & surfing, on my way back from a movie. guess who comes sauntering in, and positions herself in a direct line of sight, some 10 yards across the room. ladies & gentleman, we have a stalker!

while looking straight at me, she's perpetrating a conversation on her trashy-white-cingular-i-can't-afford-a-real-plan phone. it looks weird, forms a continuous visual streak with that bandage. a bit smaller footprint than the one you were sporting yesterday in court, isnt it? i was half expecting the obligatory neck brace. well done with the tearful abuse syndrome soliloquy. i got a little choked up too.

the same old uni--that fucking grotesque kookai tank (bottom line, you just can't pull them off honey--pls refer to 'Little Thai' chat. aka, "the last supper"), white pants that aren't nearly tight enough to perform the necessary lifting duties (so are they therefore too tight? epistimological dilemma here), flip-flops. really classy. tres attractif, V. you've come a long way, baby.

guess this confirms the current lack of a boyfriend (of any standards). sure V, a girl's gotta eat, but a guy's gotta respect himself in the morning. too bad you've been striking out. i feel for you.

10.13.2004

ex post

the bailiff actually took me aside and said i was outstanding. kevin "daffy duck" duf*y was quacking all over the place--the sheriff said he'd never seen him so perturbed. clearly they were completely unprepared for some of the evidence i presented; V seemed so unfamiliar with the exhibits, i can only assume she was given false assurances on the outcome, & didn't even bother to go over half of the material. or maybe she was taken to adopt her if-i-set-it-on-fire-in-the-waste-bin-it-never-happened routine. 10 grand in legal bills will buy you some token hand-holding, i imagine. [Rx postscript: the final tab actually came to 20G's...vs. my maybe $100 in photocopying, postal costs, bus fare to the law library, etc. plus, mommy dearest took away her trust fund. ouch. BUT, she had a good time clubbing with Elena & Will in the preceding 2 months--so there's that.]

so i apparently have a newly identified talent--impeaching lying, psycho filipinos. limited application, but note-to-self taken.

...pointing to line for daffy--"what do i do, what do i do? he's quoting me saying my 'inadvertent' claim for breaking and entering was 'bullshit'... where did this come from?? how did he get it?" it was sadly pathetic and hilarious at the same time. as well as a complete violation of proper courtroom discourse--you can't consult with your attorney while testifying. what the fuck. i was asleep at the wheel on that one.

i love how i'm characterized as someone of "high technological prowess". i nearly lost it. i appreciate the compliment, but actually, Your Honor, it's just that she's fucking incompetent. "how did you find her blog?" "uh, i tried our anniversary date, sir?" i'm a regular fucking uber-hacker.

good luck going to law school with a CLETS entry, girlfriend.


And I'm a continue to put the rap down, put the mack down
And if you bitches talk shit, I have ta' put the smack down

cut bait

was going through the "V bag" of mementos, receipts, misc., in search of anything else damning for my day in court. guess what popped out--the "Marlin" business card. or perhaps i was looking for it.

a crappy miami-inspired al fresco bar in lan kwai fong (right near the hidden alley where we... ah, another time) where she professed that i was "everything i've ever wanted".

that was her (what was her term?) "flush of love" moment. she even conjured up some tears for effect. what fucking garbage.

must have been all those tequila shots talking. she doesn't hold her liquor all that well (see "Aqua"). i thought immediately of that beer commercial doing the rounds, chris isaac's wicked games in the background as a guy says "I love you" so the chick will move towards him on the couch allowing him to access the drink that's in an arm wrapped around her head.

was she just trying to get me to buy her another round? damn girl, it could have been so much easier than this.

i must burn down this cheap old house.