If she was only a quarter of the princess that she pretends to be to other people, Laurie wouldn't have most of the problems that she has. Instead, she's pretended herself into some fake life in Italy, friends with royalty in England and schools with Paris Hilton and Gaga. Laurien needs someone, anyone, to believe she's the female Gere Ring. (Gere, for those of you that don't know, is an extremely effeminate gay man in Palm Springs where fake ID's are sent for Laurie and her brother. He says he's some kind of Liberace protege, but nobody's ever seen him put a finger on any kind of piano. He's what we all like to call a bullshit artist...and fake id's all coming to one address isn't very legal either. One of Christopher's ID's was sent there and he didn't order it. I am not a fan of his...and he knows why.)
Every day, everything that everyone does that Laurie spies on becomes a CRISIS. Going to the store is a crisis. Going to a pharmacy...crisis. Dinner with parents...crisis. Everything that we do that she doesn't IS A CRISIS FOR HER. Now that she's bleached the ends of her hair blonde, she looks like a cheap version of Terri Nunn from Berlin...only much shorter and much less talented.
When I awoke this morning Laurie was using the "N" word and trying to upset everyone. I guess she thinks that everyone will think of talking to her more if she says things that upset people. I should know, she's been calling me the "F"aggot word my whole life. What really makes me laugh is how "above it all" she acts to everyone else. As if some people can hear what she's really like and others are privy only to the phony bologna freak she pretends to be. Like the Princess and the Pea, nothing is ever good enough for Laurie...and she'll never get what she wants.
