Okay now I have somebody I can have phone sex with now
David, do you have any spare copies of Court documents lying about freely? I wanna send this stunner some pages of hot copy to read aloud to me, and I think you might have something like I've got in mind.
Incidentally the launch of your New Network is fantastic! I mean, honestly, it's a notable effect on the atmosphere of the world at large. I can tell you really put some thoughtful effort into it.
As you haven't responded to anything I've said for, oh, countless weeks, it's obvious that you're frontin' some kind of rooty-toot manuever, oh, can't talk to blah, because blah blah, omg, it's fresh and exciting. Anyway, I thought to ask, just in case you have an angle of importance on these matters.
Incidentally, as I don't know what you're doing, I want to let you know that I hope you experience good fortune with whatever you're doing, and would like to remind you that while it may be imagined by some that there is enmity between us, I think you're doing a fabulous impression of a man who isn't doing anything at all of importance or interest, while all the while, you of course are.
I am very much looking forward to near-future developments. It is disappointing that your subterfuge and phenomenal work ethic are not more on display, but I have a feeling that will change over a bit soon enough.
Incidentally, I would like to remind you that you never told me That Woman is--was--some kind of little thuggie piggie, and since you were always calling her "OfficerMeow", it seems clear to me that you must have known. Let me confirm: you never told me that, just as she never told me that, and I even asked a couple times, figuring there must have been something. It never occurred to me that she would actually lie to me, tell everyone else that she had told me, and then be so brilliant-minded as to call the police on herself, but I don't know who she was talking to at the time, so maybe they came up with such a stellar option. In any event, I didn't know that was the case, and it was as full three weeks before I found out that while arranging for a vacation for me, free of knife brandishing, I was amazed to discover that karmic justice is alive and well in these United States.
I don't know what more to say other than hearing that story and telling it whenever it seems appropriate, is one of my most favored experience in this life, and I only hope you can some enjoy some taste of it. As no one bothers telling me anything relevant, I haven't heard the latest on upcoming strategy, but I can only dream that it is gonna be as wild to hear as it was to endure.
Note that it the event was clearly pre-planned, as if it were a tragic mistake, well, perhaps some kind of communication to any Authority would have helped move things along. No matter. I would be embarrassed too. No doubt there is a chance I will not be able to go home again in a week, or maybe not, I honestly can't imagine what anyone is gaining through inconveniencing me here, but maybe they really need to lay in wait and capture someone. Whatever. Frankly the last few weeks without being in danger of violence and gaslighting has been a fun respite, and I hope somehow the opportunity has been made the most of by us all.
As I know you know first-hand several aspects of the experience yourself, please be advised that this situation is different: she really did have a panic attack, she really did not know what she was doing, and I never lifted a finger in anger--mostly I was laughing while dodging glass and keeping an eye out to reduce harm. I don't know who came up with this idea--probably the mother--but it has been hilarious and thankfully no one is yammering about sexual assault for me this time. Anyway, I could have just left the house and left peacefully, but noooooo... she walked herself right off a cliff while I desperately tried to stop her, and until I found out she had deliberately set things up that way, thinking that would work, I was so puzzled.
Why make a mess for herself to clean up? Who knows. Anyway, I won't be returning to sweep her up off her feet, as has been suggested by some, honestly, if she thought she made a mistake, she could do something about it, and last I heard she was telling people I had been hitting her and I wasn't even apologizing. Too funny. I would like to encourage you to be supportive in some- fashion, but I don't know how that would be, and honestly, in the final analysis, I see the willingness of the gang to leave me isolated and forgotten, 3.5 miles away, to be a form of flattery.
You had your chance to get close to me and this is as close as you could get, I guess. Most impressive. I'm fine. Thanks for asking. Somehow I am clinging to my will to live as I imagine what it must be like over there, as the notion is so absurd to me. I mean, this is what we get, huh?
While I am nervous about what kind of machinations might be available, I am really looking forward to anyone pulling off any outcome other than letting me come back home. I could have evicted everyone but this really was an accident, and so I have opted to see what comes next.
I suppose there are those who see me as one to blame here, but let me tell you--she obviously didn't anything, and she got a bit more than she bargained for, I guess. Anyway, no hard feelings, is what I mean to say, and I don't know enough to keep from laughing uproariously every time I think about it. Like seriously, I was ready to just move out that day. But she had to make a mess and fake a fight because otherwise... she couldn't, you know try to take the house in some fashion. Obviously that sounded good to her, right?
You know, you really haven't been helping her to make any kind of wise decisions. I don't know what she sees in you, but obviously since she keeps handing everything over to you it must be sometihing first rate. I can't imagine, and since someone must be deciding to just run out the clock and do nothing, I assume that you're all huddled in your chairs drinking cocoa and afraid I will come home angry.
I am not angry at all. This is hilarious, and it's worth it to me to see it all happen. You really know someone when you watch them when the chips are down. I can't believe anyone thought I was going to fall for that shit. So desperate. Anyway if you really did get that protection order lifted, I'd like to invite you over for dinner: every Thursday is Bring-Your-Own-Lasagna night. I hope some kind of healing has happened or will happen soon, incidentally, as I don't think I would have left any of you fucked off with a false police report hanging out, and, as you know, I know you know that I had nothing to do with making the fake ones as it was her and (PROT), I had nothing to do with it, so really, this karmic boomerang is puzzling to see.
I guess there must be something serious going on to just leave out in the wilderness without working together to resolve things. No doubt you are keeping busy with reading psalms and shit. I've declined to look deeply into this matter, because ultimately, it's some kind of joke, but I don't plan on making anything worse, for anyone, inspite of the the relentless and unnecessary disrespect displayed by your former fuckslave. I imagine she is pissed? That's funny, as if I would care about that.
I'm not gonna lie: you could have done better. Demons in the phone!!! hahah. I can't really stay mad. Thuggie piggies throwing me out of my own home and pretending to be superserious about it, it just blows my mind. Are they over themselves yet? It obviously seems to me that this not going to work.
I think there's another explanation. Obviously you don't need to call me, but, hey, guess what? It doesn't matter either way. This was your only way to get me out of the way, well, enjoy, it sure was worth it. Surprisingly, I don't think any less of her: I mean obviously she's been harassesd so much she doesn't know her elbow from a bookshelf. And has never apologized. But been happy to have free rent! hahaha. She's a real Queen.
Sure, Bellgab King.
