Al Peabody / Padme Amidala (senatorialdoc) wrote in ourtruecomms, @ 2009-07-10 04:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | allison 'al' peabody, farley trask |
To: Farley Trask [farleyplaysguitar@gmail.com]
From: Al Peabody [morentheory@gmail.com ]
Subject: A question.
I can't decide if I should be pissed off, or if I should even care. I thought Sunday, hey, great I'm going to meet a pretty decent guy. He's got a daughter; he seemed okay with my bitching and whining, and he even agreed to dinner after all of it. Hell, I had a wonderful time. Fantabulous time - which I know is not even a word, but it was fun, hanging with you and the ruggers. Yet, I get home to check on a few things, and there's this entry...Fuck, I sound like one of those people who stalk others online: "I read your journal, and now I know how you really feel." Which, by the way, I swore I would never do. It's just stupid! That's why I don't know if I should care or not; I met you!
Gah, get to the question, Allison.
Was that entry about what you do for a living real, or some joke? And, why didn't it come up at dinner, other than Lilia was there? Is that something you don't say until the second date? I know that's implying there would be one, and you'd have to ask. Actually that's implying that it was a date, which isn't even something I should be concerned about right now. Was it real? And were you hoping I'd just read it?
Wow. Yeah, this is definitely one of those "I read your journal, blahblahblah." things. I just want the truth.