My stalker Ernest checked my page 38 times yesterday and 55 times today and counting as of midnight......big deal for him.
I'm a stalker you're a stalker, I'm a focker, you're a focker
I am a stalk of celery...or a stock, how it may be.
Is that the way you want it? The revolving door of pettiness and naysaying? I didn't write you to make amends. I just wrote you to clear the air. All I found out is that you are petty. You are the thing you don't want to be. I don't know how you addressed Marguerite in 2007 when you wanted to come clean with her but she didn't give you a chance. You want to and like punishing people. You just cannot accept what they have to say in private. You have to make a public spectacle of everything including the idea you drank bad lemon moonshine. It's not interesting or provoking. I didn't write you to detect if your character had changed. Yet it's obvious you still want to play a game with everyone who ever passed into and out of your life. I am not going to try to correspond again even a year from now. I donated the Madonna CDs to the Goodwill. It's been 20 years since she was anything. I don't want to engage with negative people. Goodbye.