Why don’t you call me?
I wish you would. I wish it was you. Ask me what you want. What the heck is up with that or whatever? I didn’t do it with the intent of being mysterious and anonymous stranger mystery. That would be a stupid game. I want you to know that was me. I’m not playing my games, it’s about more than what it’s about too, you know what I mean? And no, I don’t mean it that way. It is what it is, but it’s also sorry. I want it known, that was my intent and I actually expected and hoped someone would get my info. From them if need be. I hoped for that. I expected it. I need to change this number for other reasons sometime soon, so I wish you would, now. Before. Even when I do, I’ll probably somehow make it known to you somehow.
I had to go to NB today. I got asked to go with/by my the manager at 1:00 pm who is actually a bud. I’ve known worked with him on and off for 21 years. Old school, when he wasn’t a manager back then. 4 stops. I figured why not? Probably better than staying here. He didn’t know where he was going and probably needed a hand with the drops. Late but easy day. I got a laugh at switching the radio station on the way in, I was driving, Shake it off comes on. I had a hard time not laughing out loud. It’s my own inside joke. Sort of easy day, on the other hand, part of me is not really wanting to be at work today. All I kept thinking was I wanted to get off, and talk on your end. In my car after I get home. Basically maybe prove that it’s real and not 1992 even if indirectly. I think I heard your voice, but honestly the initial thought was that it was one of your clones.
