It’s far too insulting for you to try to hide coming to my website. I see you, even when you come from DuckDuckGo. Shocking, I know. I see her too. I see both of you. Why?
Why exactly would you be hiding anything if you are doing nothing wrong? You know I don’t want you here. And you, please God I hope, know that your attorney—yours, not mine—wants me to produce all my analytics. I was fighting it, but I’m not going to anymore.
See, I know what my data shows. You won’t. She is not bright enough, actually, to start with. I have been complaining to the police with data. I have video and so much damn data, and I’ve watched hours upon hours of video. I know exactly how to put this together, and I don’t have to prove a fucking thing beyond a reasonable doubt because it’s civil court.
I am fairly confident I could put her on my witness list. And she will need to explain her midnight visits. Easy peasy. Because either {D} is raping her or she is torturing a rape victim. Under oath. They both are. Then the week {D} was trying to throw it off.
Truthfully, at this point I really just need to call Metro, or I guess Henderson PD. Or would it be Vermont? Washington County? I’m actually really not sure. I should probably call Washington County and see what they say tomorrow. Maybe they will help me. I don’t know. Henderson might. I don’t like calling the police, so I am very unsure as to who would have what jurisdiction or whatever. This is absolutely harassment, and I am 100% protected by Nevada law, actually. I just can’t seem to get anyone to enforce it.
Henderson might because they are actually in no way involved in any of this shit so far. They have no dog in this fight. Maybe?
My biggest question is why were you and Demon Spawn on at the same time, {D}? Were you two coming up with another plan to discredit me, or, and I hope this is true, was she making you face something?
If you end up starting therapy, can you let me know? However you want to. Lawyer, carrier pigeon, candygram, just whatever. Let me know, please. It will be a relief to me.
I am actually too wondering how to call the police. This is so confusing, and I don’t know what to say or do, and they will probably just tell me there is nothing they can do because that is what they always say.
Dossier Day didn’t. I’m just not ready. My air conditioning is broken again, and it’s really hot and sweaty, and I don’t know. I was going to take a shower and call them this morning, and that didn’t happen. Tomorrow is another day, and I’ll make it through another night.
I wish I had anywhere at all to go. The bodybuilder and I broke up. Whatever. It was just my choice. He was nothing I needed in a relationship. And I’m fucking sick of space pirates. I didn’t burn the bridge, though. I’m learning.
LawyerBoy is out of town, and on top of that, he moved the couple he is dating in with him. They got evicted. It’s only for a couple of months. But that excludes me from going to his place when he comes back.
{C} is just {C}. It’s hit and miss with that motherfucker.
{S}, since he told me to cancel his biopsy, I just haven’t heard from him. So I don’t know. Who fucking knows with him. The last message I sent him was me telling him he was a bastard if he makes his fucking mother bury him.
Looks like it will be 111 degrees tomorrow. Life in the desert.
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