Living in a fantasy world that makes sense to only her, Laurie continues to spiral down into the depths of her sickness. Now we all know that Laurie is a liar, there is no doubt about that. Lately there is a scent of fear in her fantasy. This is when she usually makes up the big doosey of a lie that shocks everyone but nobody calls her out on it publicly. It's a sad case of a woman looking to find anyone to blame but herself for the drama she finds herself in now.
I didn't hear about it but I am certain after listening to Laurie that we are no longer calling this planet, Earth. It has been renamed Laurie for ease and convenience of everyone to remember whom you are serving. Honestly, the girl, living in a slum, will call it a luxury two bedroom condominium with all the frills, you won't believe what her last apartment looked like. I've been inside of one of Laurie's luxury hideouts and it was broken crackpipe and trash in the bathtub. In the back yard there was a dug out ditch for a pool...rebar and everything, but no pool. I'm sure that fixer upper went for a whole lot less than the neighbors paid for their homes...devaluation of property is a specialty of Laurie and Brian's. It's sort of like living in a dump.
Something else that I find really interesting is that for as long as Laurie lived in Palm Springs, the bitch still can't tell you where anything is. Doesn't have a clue. She was there since 1987, can't tell you where a gosh darn thing is. Nothing. Doesn't know which was is Desert Hot Springs, couldn't find her way to her parent's home, but she can tell you where I'm living in San Diego, Riverside, Redlands and Twentynine Palms...everywhere I've lived. How in the world can a person live somewhere for 29 years and not know where anything is? She doesn't even know where she was saying she was working. I doubt she can spell La Quinta. She can't tell you whom her coworkers are or her immediate boss...their spouses...their kids. She can't tell you anything more that where her favorite targets are...and I doubt she has any idea of how far or near that is.
Though she can drive, I've been told that she shouldn't. Her attention span is not consistent with a good driver. She gets sidetracked by everything. She has to be carted around everywhere. If you are getting the impression that she is kind of a shut in...she does surface just long enough to go to Sedona, to follow me on vacation or to step into a class reunion where my sister is just long enough to offend everyone there. Other than that, that's the kind of person that follows a person everywhere for thirty years...they stay at home and stalk them via the internet and flunkies.
Laurie's experiences in far off lands of enchantment like New York City and Hollywood are limited to my experiences there. Kathy Griffin's home, an orthopedic children's surgeons home near Quentin Tarrantino's house, my friend that cut hair and poses in Playgirl, my friend Glen that lives in Hancock Park with a full movie theatre in his home (Brian once told me he took my father there in a casket then had sex with him and my friends (nice huh?)), UCLA, KooKaRoo, Rage, Probe, Mickeys, the Abbey and all the places where gay men congregate that Laurie and Brian wouldn't dare show their faces. Then there is rollerblading on Venice Beach which I did all the time while being followed. Plays like Phantom and Wicked and the Lion King then seeing Boyce Avenue at the Music Box. Really it's like everything I do, is so terrible she hates me, but then she uses it for herself to describe her lifestyle. How many times did she tell her parents about going to a party in the Hollywood Hills where she saw The Young and the Restless star, whom I still think is cute...lol...Mr. Michael Corbett seen here
the party was for Barry Krost, the producer of the then hot Tina Turner Movie starring Angela Bassett, "What's Love Got To Do With It". I of course went with a gay date because it was primarily for gay men. My date was a famous singer's ex boyfriend who lived in Anaheim.
The list goes on and on. I don't like someone that tells everyone what a loser I am then makes my life stories hers so that she sounds exciting. How can my life be so hum drum for me, but the most exciting thing for her.
For me, West 73rd and Amsterdam is the place where my then boy friend was living and working as a photographer. I was in NYC for his birthday and to convince him to move to Albuquerque, New Mexico. How many times do you think she's used this one? She stole all of my NYC pictures from the trip and superimposed herself in the pictures. She wasn't at Radio City Music Hall freezing her balls off, I was.
These are my experiences, my words, my life...if I disappear, do they become hers? In her mind probably.
Christopher Monti is my boyfriend. That is for sure. Also from NYC, he's here to help love away all this pain...it's painful now.
Laurie's experiences in far off lands of enchantment like New York City and Hollywood are limited to my experiences there. Kathy Griffin's home, an orthopedic children's surgeons home near Quentin Tarrantino's house, my friend that cut hair and poses in Playgirl, my friend Glen that lives in Hancock Park with a full movie theatre in his home (Brian once told me he took my father there in a casket then had sex with him and my friends (nice huh?)), UCLA, KooKaRoo, Rage, Probe, Mickeys, the Abbey and all the places where gay men congregate that Laurie and Brian wouldn't dare show their faces. Then there is rollerblading on Venice Beach which I did all the time while being followed. Plays like Phantom and Wicked and the Lion King then seeing Boyce Avenue at the Music Box. Really it's like everything I do, is so terrible she hates me, but then she uses it for herself to describe her lifestyle. How many times did she tell her parents about going to a party in the Hollywood Hills where she saw The Young and the Restless star, whom I still think is cute...lol...Mr. Michael Corbett seen here
The list goes on and on. I don't like someone that tells everyone what a loser I am then makes my life stories hers so that she sounds exciting. How can my life be so hum drum for me, but the most exciting thing for her.
For me, West 73rd and Amsterdam is the place where my then boy friend was living and working as a photographer. I was in NYC for his birthday and to convince him to move to Albuquerque, New Mexico. How many times do you think she's used this one? She stole all of my NYC pictures from the trip and superimposed herself in the pictures. She wasn't at Radio City Music Hall freezing her balls off, I was.
These are my experiences, my words, my life...if I disappear, do they become hers? In her mind probably.
Christopher Monti is my boyfriend. That is for sure. Also from NYC, he's here to help love away all this pain...it's painful now.
