Aug. 13

Poke,

Well, it’s 9 o’clock in the morning and I’ve been up for 2 hours already. I’m listening to Air Supply yet again. I’m calling Van Lee’s to see if they have the dumb sheet music for those songs. I think I dreamed something about you last night, but I can’t remember. I called Greg and he said Tommy wants my phone #. Isn’t that good? Okay go ahead and roll your eyes!  I just called Zeagler and I’m gonna go up there and see if they have any of the ones I want. For some strange reason I want to start getting into playing keyboard. Isn’t that weird?

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I (HEART) TOM-E!

My mom’s outside cutting grass. I just got in from sweeping the driveway. My mom said “All you talk about is her” – meaning you. Well, what does she expect? I’ve been with your ass day and night for a month. I haven’t done anything with anyone else to talk about. I am so damma boreda! This is gonna be the longest week of my life, I can tell…This Air Supply crap is depressing me. I’m gonna listen to Poison…no Dangerous Toys!! Take Me Drunk!  But it feels like….A HAMMA! I’m fixing to cut the back yard, so I’ll check ya lata! 

Chup

P.S.  You got 2 many B’s in yo honey!