If my last blog was a true story voices are now saying your body count is in the 30’s. I’m jealous.
With or without your communication it’s clear that I’m not a priority, so you can fuck and suck all you want or do the opposite, it doesn’t involve me.
And I recall the movie, when Jenny goes back to Forest after she contracts AIDS. Like she lived this wild and crazy life without him and only wants him back after he’s rich and she’s on death row.
Maybe it’s the window of clarity talking but I don’t consider myself in the same category as Mr. Gump.
Or at least, prior to this blog entry you had ample opportunity to pull one over on me like Jenny did to him.
Of course, I’d have to be a millionaire as well, and I’m definitely not that.