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Thurs., 10:21pm

Did nothing productive today and enjoyed it. Back to work tomorrow. I told you one lie that I'll confess now. I was trying to impress you in the beginning and told you that I drove a custom 1959 Oldsmobile. I do own one, so it wasn't a bad lie, but the truth is that it's a heap sitting in my driveway. It's in a decent condition to restore and I've been planning to start on it when I re-fi, but now I'm thinking that I'll sell it and buy another 1959 or 1960 GM car that's a little further along. Look up Oldsmobiles, Buicks and Pontiacs of that vintage and think of me. I think I like the Pontiac best. Which one would you like to ride in?

Sorry again about all the creepy love and crying shit. I have developed very strong feelings for you though and we do connect and I did cry. I just don't want you to think I'm losing my marbles. I'm off to bed early and try to catch up on sleep.

A stroke to your hair behind your ear,
Me

P.S.
I know you're still there and that you miss me too.
 
Fri., 8:59am

I'm just leaving for breakfast. A friend of a friend wants me to fix a crappy tattoo of his back today, but he only wants to try and fix what he has. I'm not going to even mess with it unless he wants to cover it with something completely different. I have another appointment for a lower back peice later today. This is dumb.
 
Sat. Morn.

Nothing about this has been 'dumb' to me. I'm truly hurt and I feel like you're leaving with the wrong impression. I only felt futile and frustrated yesterday. It would be easy for you to bust my balls since I've laid myself open for you. I just don't understand why you would want to.
 
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