Her is Fasttalk.
Her - What r u doing
6:49pm 10/8/06
Me - I'm actually at work, at least for a bit
6:50pm 10/8/06
Her - i got a fancy movie idea i wanted to c if ud b into that tomorowish-esq
6:55pm 10/8/06
Her - Nonstop of course, surealist film bring whomeve Film Forum
7:00pm 10/8/06
Me - What's the deal with the movie? I'm working late but can probably get out by 7
5:43pm 10/9/06
Her - Call me when ur out-
6:24pm 10/9/06
Me - (I call, we make vague plans to get together tomorrow
7:17pm 10/9/06 (2minute 46sec conversation)
Her - Theres no bf at up state. nt that u had a bunch to bother about that. right. asta muchos
12:50am 10/10/06
Her - i dont want to sleep with u anymore
12:59am 10/10/06
Her - Whats going on wit u?
1:04am 10/10/06
Her - your wrong about everything anyway
1:13am 10/10/06
Her - mama mia. lik i ws sayn- i meant nothn real bi frgn out. temping workn and voulentern and passn a sicknesr and sic heart iz all beat. i may b lame bt' i really like u
9:09pm 10/11/06
Her - I like you im nt in any direct way clearly expressing what i mean latly
7:03am 10/12/06
That night was a total, complete and utter disaster. I was going out with Sunbolicious in Park Slope. I was drunk. I had been drinking champagne at a work cocktail party since 5:30.
Her - I want to see u! call me call me!
7:06pm 10/12/06
Her - Buttsup? evrythng cool?
7:15pm 10/12/06
I left after this. I needed to try and figure out my situation with Fasttalk. I called. Nothing was resolved. The night wore on in typical fashion. I went out. Sunbolicious' friend Sara G. joined us at one point and I made vague attempts to talk to her, but Sunbolicious was far more aggressive in talking than I was. Around 10 I sent a text message to Fasttalk.
Fair's fair why you given me such fucked up shit?
10:11pm 10/12/06
Then kept drinking. Trying to forget about why my life is what it is. Around 11:30 I got the response.
I nevr wantd to start somethn i couldnt finish and i lost all my cool, pior to and during passive agression-whici is nt me nt cool nt goal
11:13pm 10/12/06
I left the bar. Drunk as I was I called her. I yelled, screamed, was not in the mood to deal with this girl who is jerking me left and right every way but in a direction that makes any sense to anyone most importantly to myself because i've done that before and old stupid (other) Alex might be the one to go back and deal with it and forgive and forget but new (other) Alex is a bitter hardened bad person who will not deal with it in a reasonable manner.
11:20pm 10/12/06
25:54
Her - Yo listen ass hole the passive agression ws me thinkn about fuking when i ws too drunk and feeling awsome. i never wantd that for us i only wanted the best. this has beeneating me up why i didnt get it right- u knw? i m sorry. call me when ur out if ur up for it. mao i hate these superficial texts. im sori bout that too.
12:00am 10/13/06
I arrived home and apparently called two other friends for 3:16 minutes a piece. I'm not sure what I talked about. I'm probably going to see one this weekend. I woke up to 2 voicemails (one apologizing, one near tears about how I'm a bad person but she doesn't hate me) and 7 text messages. All recieved at 8:49am when I woke up.
I dont evr want to sleep w sone who doesnt knw me. u met someone else, desperation alone. Fasttalk nt Talk
Its really the ages thats fubed this up and all the worlds good will wont change that. im an old fuk about life. im nt perfect i ws a jerk to u. im sorry.
We need to talk in person- whenevr this is crazy just call this phone.
Im gona need somegrnbeand, monkeyfucker's friends catnip, because i cant sleep
I mean please. thanx. if u wont mind.
I ws wrong i ws wrong try n forget about it. i enjoyd every minute of it and u most of. whats wrong with me? too many things. u r amazing just like u r i really enjoy u. end. really this is a fuked up and hurt way to say i love you. sorry?
8:49am 10/12/06
The morning was bright and cold. A man on the subway was playing trumpet along with prerecorded sound. Another was passing out a pamphlet with "The road to Heaven" on it. I wanted to tell him that even if I accepted Jesus I'd never make the cut.
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