My family’s been in contact with me recently. First, no one gets in touch with me and then everybody and his mother do. They’ve all been instructed to get in touch with me. It happens about every three to four months. They all come out at once and then they all disappear again.
And they don’t get in touch with me to say “hi” or “how you doing?” No, I’m sent nasty messages from them. I have a nephew who sends me quotes, all the quotes hoping something bad happens to me. And then another sends me pictures of himself wearing all the colors I wear. And then, there’s a woman I used to be friends with, who sends me pictures of herself almost naked. I’m not going to remove any of them from my Facebook page. Whatever they send and say, I can use as proof. Maybe, one day, I’ll able to sue each and every last one of the bitches.
It’s so nice to have family and friends like these.
Yesterday, Facebook sent me a message saying that someone was using my computer, but it wasn’t from my location. It said that someone was using my computer from Queen Creek, Arizona. I’m in Las Vegas, so I don’t know how I can be in two places at once. Maybe I’ve found the secret to invisibility. I can invisibly go from place to place. Well, it just so happens that I have family in Queen Creek, Arizona. So some relative of mine is hacking my computer, or maybe they all take turns on the computer making fun of me. I can just see and hear them fighting over who’s going to use the computer to harass me.
And today, I heard someone with a bucket, but I ignored him. I went out a few minutes later, and as I passed the wall, I saw black spray paint on the side of the wall. This adds a nice look to the paint that’s been sprayed all over the floor in front of my door. I’m not going to the office and complain about it. Every time I go to the office and complain about something, the manager tells the monitors and my harassment becomes worse. She’s a real snitch. Just another perp in my life. But, anyway, as I was saying, about the spray paint. When I got downstairs, there were three cans of black and yellow spray paint on the grass with a black shirt with a big yellow “S” painted on it. It’s from the guy in apartment 108. He’s sending me a message that he did it, I guess.
But I’m not going to get upset, and I’m not going to do anything about the paint on the floor or the wall. Let them add whatever they want to my door, my wall, my windows. I’ll just keep taking pictures as proof.
I have to thank them all for making it so easy for me to get proof of my harassment.
Just another day in Perplandia. Perplandia, land of the perps.
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They write me letters to, I don’t even open them anymore. I will have the handwriting analyzed some day because some of them are impersonating family members through the mail. Can DNA be collected from mail? They stopped sending me voicemails when I started recording them all. I don’t open the emails from them either, just move them all to one file.
Definitely DNA can be gotten from a letter. There are probably fingerprints all over the letter. They so sure of themselves, they love leaving me their fingerprints. I get scotch tape and take the imprint of the finger prints. I keep them in a plastic baggie and always carry them with me.
I’m sorry about your sister, too. I’m very sad.
I thought the perpy members of my family were bad, but I have to appreciate they aren’t as bad as they could be now. And I do still have some who are actually nice.
I’d just leave the paint and not complain too. Hopefully it will bug them if you don’t say anything. That’s freaky about the shirt. I suppose he wants you to go and yell at him. When Tom Goff wants me to yell at him I refuse. I’m sure that ticks him off.
They want me to get upset, but I don’t. They don’t like it when I don’t do something. All that wasted effort and not a peep out of me. It must really be annoying not to get feedback.
I’m sure it is. Good for you.
And here I thought I was gonna read your family wanting to contact you and play nice. What a bunch of perps they are! Don’t you have at least one sister you are friendly with? And what is with the yellow S t-shirt? Another form of psycho skitting? They leave me articles of clothing and other shit all over the ground to remind me they know everything about me and also to threaten me about wearing a certain color, etc. The last time they left me a t shit I went into a rage and took the t shirt across the street and rubbed dirt all over it and left it there. What kind of horrible complex do you live in? I would think the “manager” would at least think it was unsightly. Spray paint on the wall outside your apt.? Sounds like a zoo with people instead of animals.
I laughed at the description of “..like a zoo with people instead of animals.” That’s exactly what it is.
No, I’m not close to any of my sisters. The one that was close to me died.
The people who live in Las Vegas are all this way.
I don’t know how you live there. Sin city must be hell for tis. I’m sorry about your sister. They killed off any family that cared about me in the beginning also leaving me only family who would be complicit with it or at least stay out of the way. The people here act like overgrown childhood bullies in adult bodies. Hence the smirking busdriver.
The only reason I live in Las Vegas is because of the inexpensive rents, and the weather. A lot of overgrown adult bullies also live in Las Vegas.
I could not stand summer there. Our weather here is so poor I think it’s still winter. The snows killed the little bit of spring foliage we go so far this year. Only Grass is alive it seems. The trees are as bare as January and my daffodils died 2 storms ago. When it finally warms up it will be bare trees and no flowers—only grass. Last summer we nearly burned to death with 13 100 degree days–unprecedented