Instead of presenting ourselves as, "so much better than everyone else" let's just present it the way it is. I'm here because of an incredible story of a woman stalking me all over the world...and you are here because? You don't live in La Quinta. You don't live in Vegas. You use to live in a druggie house in Cathedral City Canyon on Treasure Chest...because I've been there. If you are so proud of who you are...why so many fake id's? What's with the fake spelling of your last name? For that matter, why bother showing up to the things you do when you don't even know the people that they are for? Funerals are for friends and family...not for partying with people you want to impress.
I know what you are trying to do phony bologna. I have the emails. I have the blood. I have the injuries. I have the witnesses. You have stories. No taxes for your whole life, unless you cut and paste some from someone else and you stole everything that I owned...now I know you think you are Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous, but you are only Honey Boo Boo...and I'm not the least bit fooled by you. Once a duck, always a duck.
You weren't ever married to or dating Bryan Anderson. You didn't have children with him. You forget the things you told him about me AND you forget the times that he mentioned you in front of my parents. I don't know how you are going to convince all of those gay men in Palm Springs that you are "Fabulous", but this small town full of small town minds isn't where the crimes were committed, for the most part. Your friends might think you went to Sedona, Arizona for "business" but you failed to mention that you followed me there and contacted BOTH of the people that went with me on vacation there...while we were there. You see phony bologna...you can put lipstick on that pig, but it's still an oinker to me.
What I saw was quite a performance...for someone who could never make it TO high school, you sure can't seem to get away from all those people now. How shall I say it, unimpressive to me.
