SICK OF IT: Dear God, I don't care anymore. All I want to do is get high and take off my clothes. We are all innocent and we must give it up because it is hateful to be rock crazy; is that what Ann wants? Maybe if she does not care anymore and only wants to get high and make sweet love; then take some pictures in domineering positions; its all hate and not good. Ann, can't you tell I love you and if we are innocent? You have such a dirty mind, CLICK HERE TO SEE NAKED PICTURES of girls who like to show it off.

Greg Gutfeld: I don't mind people making fun of me and it is part of life. Greg Gutfeld needs to be fired from Fox News and be banned from the industry altogether. That will be very funny, when a hurricane is steered as iRush Limbaugh puts it. So the Greg Gutfeld firing party countdown has begun. Hey Ann, how many thanks do I owe you now for bringing in this MF?
Fact: the reason Ann does not tell me is because if she does or did, she cannot say later on, "but I did not mean to upset you... not done to intentionally piss you off." Now Gutfeld is making jokes about hanging out at your apartment Ann, google that and lets see if you score 1 yes to DQ all of you. Let me guess, Christmas parties at your apartment too? Even better, happy hour every Thursday of the month at your NY apartment; did they even think to google that? Ann, the war is not over yet so you are on sacred ground until then. At least you cleaned it up for me as I had asked.

As I tried to explain, it is embarassing and humiliating to be with you. It has always been since around 1998 or 1999; it is much worse now. You are always slow or never there; always somewhere else or doing something else. I know your heart is with me and rightfully so, mine is with you. As a partner, I could not ask for a better one. What you are asking from me was too much, way too much. I know you tried your hardest to make it work or as easy for me, but messed up. I know you kept me in the background, away from danger and the peril of fame. I know you took the punches for me and are able to get along with those who kidnapped me; to figure out what they were doing or up to.

What I hate most is when women talk about you. It is true. You can say it is not true or your intentions were much different; but the pain did impact both sides. You meet too many men. You claim and dare anybody to look up maids, bell boys, hotel clerks, etc... just to prove you are worthy of love. You travel more than anybody I have seen; yet you enjoy kicking back at bars or strangers. This tells me something about you and it is bad. You are running from what most people consider responsibilities. You are running from the truth. You know my mental powers and how I can transport myself to different dreams and places. we both share in pain and sorrow; but also winning and the process of being a champion.
Twenty years is a long time but this is not what I had wanted in life or signed up for; it is your dream and you want it bad. You want it bad enough to wreck our friendship many times over. You want this dream bad enough to weep and cry when I get angry at you for causing so many permanent problems. One of your dates last forever and is used back at you 100 or 1000 times; a curse. Yet you stack em up and dare others to take their best swing, a fool. I see the change in your body. I see the change in your looks. I see how you became yourself again in 2009 and are much happier now. But you are not happy, not inside. You are worried also. So you cling to strangers and the warmth or admiration they give you. You love to travel and escape the reality you must face eventually.

To me, most women dream of your single life while you claim you are such a great choice or make a great wife. Why sell a car if it was hit or broken down? I had to read reports of you having a new beau or spotted on a date here and there. Then it was groups of people coming to your new home or your "close circle of friends" at it again. How do I return the favor? Your crazed maniacs are angry at you or me. All of your boyfriends and ex boyfriends are angry at me. All of your dinner dates and potential husbands are angry with me. The only person okay or not worried is you. If this keeps up I will need smelling salt for the remainder of my life. Now I have a cursed life but it is not as bad as before; and it is a rule to share in life with your partner. Why was it so hard for me forget the past, any ideas Ann?

The person who can speak about you the best is the one who knows you best. You have events and violence done to you which is not strong enough to erase the past; though you seek danger to erase it. A very dangerous signal and way to change your past, but you are running and one day will have to face reality. The reality is you may not be as happy as you claim and not as smart as others think. Did I mention you cause a lot of jealousy and angst? Lucky for you, you have another life to love, mine. I hid it to protect it; to wait out the storm. You love it and waited all your life for the storm to pass, didn't you. The secret is only you knew or know. You are the only one who knows how to use my Matrix and virtual satellite warfare strategy board. You are the only one in my life who will also; it remains at two until our death. Like war and combat, I am doing this for the person next to me; that is all.

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