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2006-04-08, 8:03 p.m.

Well, when I'm going through a dry spell, it's dry as a friggin bone. But right now I've been dumped into the ocean, and no one has even offered me a towel. Can't say I'm not enjoying the swim though!

I don't know if I mentioned this, but T sent me a package. A squadron t-shirt soaked in his cologne, a copy of SWAT (he knows how much I love Colin Farrell), a portrait of him in his drill instructor gear, and his wedding ring.

He seems surprised that his day-late, dollar-short methods aren't cutting it. I asked for that ring eight months ago. He's "finally ready" to give it to me. Well, I'm finally ready to leave you be, kindly do me the same courtesy.

Ugh. I just don't feel like rehashing everything. I wish he'd have the decency to disappear. But if he did, I'd be wondering where he was and if I was still on his mind.

The wife has been keeping tabs on me, reading my stuff, netstalking. That is one person I wish would drop off the face of the earth. I did not know her from a hole in the ground. Now that I do know her, I wish she WAS a hole in the ground. Honestly. I hate that the two of them have shoved me in the middle of whatever sick twisted little dance they're performing.