The rest of the day is spent talking with Michael and Jordan -my new bodyguards, telling them things about myself so that they get a clearer idea of how I might react if something were to happen, and them telling me things about themselves, like what their strategics usually are when it comes to protect someone, and I try to make it as clear as possible, that they are here only for Lizzie, she’s the one they should save if something was to happen.
At around six, a police man called Kennedy stops by, making sure that Lizzie and I are okay, and he’s pleased to hear about Michael and Jordan, and they talk for a good time about the case and then shake hands, promising to work together on this -all the three men want nonetheless is the same, they all want Garret Basterfield locked up again with no harm caused.
I grudgingly let Michael and Jordan instal new security in my house and I clear a room in the basement for them to sleep in, work in, whatever they want to. They rig three cameras to the house, one downstairs with a view of the kitchen, the front hall and a little of the living-room, another one in the back of the house near the door to the yard, and a third one upstairs. They set up monitors with a live feed of the cameras in their room, and after that, they install a camera with a movement detector, which will only let something as small as a cat go undetected, and it’ll go on automatically when I lock the door. They’re pretty happy with the security I already have, so they scratch the installation of sound detectors.
I’ve been hanging out with Lizzie during that time, and she’s cutely unaware of everything, and having a good day overall. Which makes me feel slightly worse for not telling her and for basically having to protect her against some psycho this way. We watch a movie and order pizza, and I decide to, for once, be a good parent and put her to bed early. I’m not feeling this day anyways.
Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival (DAY 3)
u know ur a stupid crazy fan when u buy 5 different types of the same record
do u ever love a celebrity so much it makes you sad
sometimes I get so angry with certain KatyCats… Like it’s great that you are here and support Katy and whatever but stop. treating. other. KatyCats. like. shit. yes, they haven’t met her a trillion times like you and yes they aren’t as invested in things as you are but COME ON why is everyone so angry about this M&G thing ?? Take me for an example. ok i haven’t whined about mgs but I’ve saved for fucking 5 years for a M&G cause it is my ONLY chance of ever thanking Katy since I don’t live in a place where I can just go and meet Katy whenever she’s around like some of you can… so what is the big deal this fanbase is so pathetic sometimes I’m sorry if i offend you but if Katy can tweet things that are annoying and 1000% true then so can I. thnx bye
This was the most perfect hair too though you can’t argue with me *.*
me in 20 years