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2003-04-08 - 2:00 p.m. I locked up b.c. I messed up the other layout. Yeah...I sorta erased it. Opps. I really liked that one too. I was planning on keeping it around for as long as I could. And this one...well...it's very...typical. Nothing really special about it. It's busy, I know that. Let's see... Okay. Sunday night I left my phone off b.c. of the charger. It wasn't charging the phone, so I just turned it off. I didn't hear from Josh all day. Figured he was busy w/ leaving & everything. I took a shower, got out, & turned it back on. 2 new voicemails. Well shit. Voicemail one: "Hey. I tried calling Dillards but they won't answer & I am slighty pissed off. I am leaving now...I guess I will talk to you in 6 months. Be good. Be careful. Have a drink for me. We are going to have so much fun when I get back." Voicemail two: "P.S. Take care of my shit. I don't want to have to kick your ass when I get home." While I was listening to this, a third message came through. Voicemail three: "P.S.S. You rock, dick hole." AWWWWWW!!!!! But what the fuck. I cried. Oh my God how I cried. I went to bed, cried. Cried. Cried. I fell asleep; woke up in a daze. My heart hurt so much. It was like a break-up or something. I got up for work, got dressed, went to work. about 30 min. later, phone rings. Josh. His papers didn't come through. He had guard duty instead. He got so chewed out. Worring me like that, & he just went to bed. Ugh. So we talked about college & money & the war. We laughed. I smiled. It was good. We said our good-byes. (this was like what? the 4th time?) It felt so good to hear him & to get to say bye to him & not in my mind. Work was a joke. Hung around all day. Closed. I got home around 9:15 pm. I checked my email, took a shower, went to bed. I forgot my phone in the living room, but so. No one was going to call. Well, Josh wasn't going to, so shit. I left it in there. 6:30 am this morning=RING RING!!! RING RING!!! SHIT!!!!! Ran to the phone. He hung up. So I don't know what he wanted. He hasn't called me back. I jsut wish he would go over there, kick ass & take names, get the fuck home. Get it over w/ already. I mean, damn. He tells me bye, calls the next day. Bye, calls again. Watch. He will call. "We are leaving Thursday." Grrrrrrrr....
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