Watching my life caused Laurie to become the thing that she is now. It's true. She's become some kind of conglomeration of all of the things that I don't particularly like in people that use drugs, and surprisingly, the qualities in the people I don't like that don't use drugs too. She can't learn anything more than how to be the kind of person I despise.
Selfish, self-centered, liar, gossiper, past dweller, instigator, violent, name dropping, back climbing, man hating, coattail riding, antagonist, idea stealing, whore mongering, nay saying bitch...and drug dealer. She's watched me so much that she knows what I despise about people...but she has forgotten or discounted what I do like in people.
I love friendship, loyalty, honesty, heart feeling, people friendly, innovative, success oriented, intelligent, educated, point making, legal minded, support oriented, physically fit people. I also like family loving, law respecting, sobriety seeking, religion respecting, live and let live black, white, yellow, purple, rainbow loving anyone is acceptable cool people that think that being gay is an advantage...not a hurdle. So if you want to be my friend, be a friend. If you want to be a co-worker, embody what I like and bring your own opinions. Support your point from a place of love. Disagree with me if you really disagree, but don't hate me for my point of view, accept it...and keep your own. Love women, love men and love people that love them gay, straight, multi sexual, solo sexual and hetero...don't be hater-osexual.
Love children, love old people, just love. Fill your heart with hope and put your head down at night knowing that you helped someone besides yourself. Don't lie to me or yourself...if you have, tell me you did. Don't mistake me for stupid, stick up for me when Laurie does.
There are a few things that Laurie and her brother do that MAKE THEM the people that stalked me in San Diego...recalling the names of the people that worked with me, what their situations were, where they came from and their own personal history. There is no way this happened without following me....no way. My personal opinions about other people are rarely shared. What you may not understand is that your EEG's don't lie....so if you don't particularly care for a person, it shows.
Laurie admits to not knowing anything about me for thirty years. Is that Sgt. Anderson's experience? Is that Rae Fernandez' experience? Is that Jonathan Mendenhall or Steven Frey's experience? Is that your experience?
Laurie's constant inadvertent admissions to the crime in San Diego is supposed to make me mad...it actually solves the crime that has followed me for years. It's refreshing...it's resolution on a very small scale. It explains her hatred but more important it explains my diaries and the hundreds of entries in them...I knew something was going on...still is.
While Laurie is trying to convince all of you that she is the victim, you need to realize that is just more of what she's done in the past...revictimizing the victim. It's what a sadist does to someone she sees as HER submissive...um Laurie, fuck you. I'm not going to let you do anything more than become famous on my coattails...it's what you want...but I wear the coat. I bought it. I own it. It's mine. This is my story...so quit trying to make it yours, besides, it isn't nearly as famous as you'd like to be anyways.
I say let herself pat herself on her back and try to contact everyone I know...someone will come forward to fit the bill of the check I describe above. I have the best friends.
