Throwing in the Towel

 Not to nit-pick, but who ever heard of labeling moving boxes with what is in them? I always just labeled the room that the box belonged in. 

It may have been Waterbury I was kidnapped to.  He looked like Raggedy Andy. This looks just like the building. It had a lazy boy reclining armchair showroom on the main level. 

 When I just tried to call Cox, they said, "I see you're calling from 857-xxxx", but that isn't my phone number.  

 Am I your secretary? Your handyman? Your assistant? Your errand boy? Your mover? Your maid? Your personal chef? Your in-home pet care specialist? Your fucking slave? No?! Then, why the fuck do you treat me that way? You throw a fit any time I do anything with anyone else. You tell me when I can or can't work. Then,  you throw it in my face that your paying for everything, which is not the case, but you still feel like you have a right to tell me what to do with the money I do make. You don't get to have it both ways. You can't afford to support me. I don't have the things I need, let alone things I want. You dictate my every move and you're a horrible influence. 

 You know for getting straight A's in school my cousin is dumber than she looks she told me when I moved back to Connecticut, she had only tolerated me so that she could spend time with my mother. Now, had my mother or I known that we would have moved across the country to get away from them, but of course just like our family always does they screwed me over behind my back.  When my Uncle Jim told me that his cell phone wasn't charging anymore I became quite concerned because he had dementia and had been getting lost a lot recently. We were planning on going to Canada for the summer in just a few short months and no one really contacted me on the TracFone that I had. It had lots of minutes left on it, probably over 400 and I asked him if he wanted me to transfer his old telephone number to the new phone or if he just wanted to use the phone number that I had with that phone. He said that it wasn't a big deal that he would just pass out his new number to his contacts, and t...

 Ask Katherine: when did I contract poison sumack? Why is it girls get away with sensational stories no problem, but coming from a guy, everyone assumes he lying?

 Is it me, or is this Diane Lahey's mother?

 

 I found Ryan Sr!! This guy's mom would call and order a raw, i mean scoop it off the grill with the spatchula still raw, 10 egg omlette and a dou le steak double cheese double egg omlette at least once a week, and send him to pick them up. Used to be an EMT for Manchester Fire Police. And, I think he's been actively stalking me, right now, here in Tucson.  Has a green beat up old pickup truck. Parks outside my neighbors 6 nights a week, every week since I moved in. Sleeps in his truck.  And, we now know that Andrew is the person I have referred to as Ryan, per everyone lying.  And, Christopher Eli Groves?  And, Aztera Zeneca Now that's a house!!

 This may have been the building I was kidnapped to in Bridgeport. 

 The idea that people are more likely to believe a "big lie" than a small one is generally attributed to Adolf Hitler, who wrote about the propaganda technique in his 1925 manifesto, Mein Kampf.  Is that Vernon's Fire Marshall's wife, Lisa Shepard??

 It must be hard to grow up in the shadow of immensely famous parents. How does one compete? How does one find their own sense of purpose and fulfillment? Going full on stalker of all things Paul Theriault seems to be the route Ms. Ayers has gone, the daughter of Ester Hicks. How many heads of hair of those who Benedict Arnolded me and extorted billions from me, have you cut, colored, and styled?  All of them??