<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12173732</id><updated>2011-11-22T21:02:17.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The True Story</title><subtitle type='html'>This is the totally true story with nothing changed or deleted or left out or made up or imagined or the product of a sick woman and her daughter's delusional fantasy. Peter Karrie made friends with our hamster and then it died of a broken heart when he didn't want to talk to it again.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>olivemarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981057372011383551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/willhaunt/6685997.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12173732.post-112302292814317570</id><published>2005-08-02T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T15:48:48.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conventions &amp; Visits!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="100%"&gt;&lt;div class="entryText"&gt;What a weekend! My mother and I just completed a huge food shopping list today by taking out cats to the butcher. Our cupboards, freezer and refrigerator are bursting with cat meat! My appetite has been really huge lately too, and I have been eating so healthy, that I feel like a new woman! (though I only sucked his cock, I didn't give him my maidenhead) I also have a nice golden tan, which really accents my blonde hair so I don't look so much like a maggoty corpse. (new pics coming soon!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie called me earlier, and we missed each other so much, that's he's coming over this weekend for a barbecue and most likely staying from Friday to Sunday so we can try anal again (it is ok to do that before marriage because it isn't real sex). We think so much alike too, and both bought condoms for each other for our anniversary/birthdays coming up around the same time! I might see him the week after and we might head up to his Cottage again because that is where his S&amp;M dungeon is. For the fetish con, he asked me to go shopping for more toys with him that Friday before it starts, and I agreed to, only if he let me buy him a butt plug! ::giggle::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-Five days until the con! I am so excited! Getting a media pass, and getting to see Brad  again, will be great! He said he was really looking forward to seeing me again, and promised to try and remember to bring his collection, so we could share pictures and compare our toys. Jamie wants to take Kirby  and Scott out for drinks after the con, so we can slip them roofies. Michael's going to be a volunteer and an interviewer as well as I and be in the masq, along with Jamie most likely. I've been talking with Colin, who now helps me run Sam's site because I am so bad at designing and we've agreed to meet up too. It'll be great to meet him in person! Oh, there is just too much to do still! I have portraits to complete, costumes to finish and since Jamie is buying my pass as a b-day gift, I have SO MUCH money to spend at the con, I don't know where to start! I might spend it all on shopping with Jamie before the con, but I want to buy something nice for once in the Dealer Room. I have $12 to spend!!! It'll be a crazy weekend. First I have to go back to Jamie's home for an early b-day, then Saturday on his b-day, he got a hotel for us where they send strippers up to the room, and Sunday he's coming back to my place, and only going home on Monday. What a way to end August! Oh, and while shopping with my mother, I found the perfect gift for Michael! He'll flip when I buy it and give it to him, when he visits on the 12th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also reinstalled my computer hardware last night. It's clean of all the garbage clogging it since March. This is a great way to start August!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12173732-112302292814317570?l=olivemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/112302292814317570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12173732&amp;postID=112302292814317570' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/112302292814317570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/112302292814317570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/2005/08/conventions-visits.html' title='Conventions &amp; Visits!'/><author><name>olivemarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981057372011383551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/willhaunt/6685997.png'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12173732.post-112290764444638798</id><published>2005-08-01T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T07:47:24.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am still here!!!!</title><content type='html'>You banana faced bitches might think you have wiped me off the earth forever but I am still here and I am still laughing at you! I am a beautiful angel and you are pigs. I am going to marry Sam Vincent and there is nothing any of you can do about it. Today I bought 89 cent foundation from the dollar store so now my complexion is beautiful and perfect and no one can see the scars from my green bile tumors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you get it this drama is OVER because I say it is over! I can put lies about you in my userinfo and I can start a new blog and leave you comments to bait you into replying to me and all my friends will think you are the ones carrying on the drama because they are to dumb to see it is all me!!! My mother gave me a bath and washed my hair with my new 65 cent shampoo I stole from a homeless lady so you can't even bait me about my greasy skull anymore!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WON!!!!!1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12173732-112290764444638798?l=olivemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/112290764444638798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12173732&amp;postID=112290764444638798' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/112290764444638798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/112290764444638798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-still-here.html' title='I am still here!!!!'/><author><name>olivemarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981057372011383551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/willhaunt/6685997.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12173732.post-111705405613355159</id><published>2005-05-25T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T13:47:36.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT FEELS GOOD TO STARVE!</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody I have been away for awhile because Melanie locked me in the basement without any food but she told me what's been happening. Today is a great day the sun is shining, were all healthly, the con is coming, and Jamie will be coming over again this weekend, so will my brother. It should be a lot of fun we will be bringing out some special toys to play with. "Oh yes" I forgot to add. LJDramaorg is gone. HAHAHAHAHA! Nice job my dear daughter. We did warned them but they wouldn't listen. Especially Banana face crooked nose bitch Hillary. And her boyfriend who likes to hunt and kill innocent animals, What a jerk. All the animals we kill are found GUILTY and then PROSECUTED!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12173732-111705405613355159?l=olivemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111705405613355159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12173732&amp;postID=111705405613355159' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111705405613355159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111705405613355159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/2005/05/it-feels-good-to-starve.html' title='IT FEELS GOOD TO STARVE!'/><author><name>olivemarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981057372011383551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/willhaunt/6685997.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12173732.post-111705391524202287</id><published>2005-05-24T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T13:45:15.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People I PWNED!!!!</title><content type='html'>Psychobibble&lt;br /&gt;cdaae1, cdaae2, cdaae3, cdaae4, cdaae5, cdaae6, cdaae7&lt;br /&gt;LJ Drama&lt;br /&gt;Encyclopedia Dramatica&lt;br /&gt;Frienditto&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;Bill Clinton&lt;br /&gt;Fidel Castro&lt;br /&gt;Osama Bin Laden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will add more to the list as the rest falls, but I'm done posting in this blog. My mission was accomplished. (which also means I will be looking at blogs to make sure everyone is behaving , but I won't respond)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T MESS WITH ME!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12173732-111705391524202287?l=olivemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111705391524202287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12173732&amp;postID=111705391524202287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111705391524202287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111705391524202287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/2005/05/people-i-pwned.html' title='People I PWNED!!!!'/><author><name>olivemarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981057372011383551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/willhaunt/6685997.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12173732.post-111705375583309784</id><published>2005-05-23T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T13:42:35.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kisskisskiss</title><content type='html'>YOU SLUT DON'T YOU KISSKISS THOSE FILTHY SLUT WHORES!!! I will take the table leg to you if you act like a slut!! Go and clean out the hamsters!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12173732-111705375583309784?l=olivemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111705375583309784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12173732&amp;postID=111705375583309784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111705375583309784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111705375583309784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/2005/05/kisskisskiss.html' title='kisskisskiss'/><author><name>olivemarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981057372011383551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/willhaunt/6685997.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12173732.post-111705371123951423</id><published>2005-05-23T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T13:41:51.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*giggles* I just can't hide it anymore!</title><content type='html'>I AM vanya_arwen, but the people who emailed me thinking I was a friend of me and tried to tell me how bad I was, was just too funny. I can't believe I fooled 8 people! And there wasn't even any contact info there so I don't know how they could email me! But I'm not making it up! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I warn you all now, vanya is NOT going anywhere near the drama. I am through with it and I want to have peace now on LJ. That is why her userinfo talks about the drama and says I WON!!!! You will never hear from me or see me. I am gone for good and lurking only in the shadows of my friends LJ's, wearing a mask and kidnapping cosplaying men and forcing them to cosplay for me. You are right I am so ugly I am disfigured and lurking in the shadows is all I am good for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog will remain up and I will keep documenting everything that happens once all the reports come in even though you will never hear from me or see me. But I am now never again looking at any LJ or blog connected to you digusting drama whores so I will have to use my alien clone powers document everything that happens. I am moving on maturely, while you all run around and beg LJ abuse to have me tortured with electrical shocks and centipedes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add me all you want, but I will ban you and toss you in the stinking vile filthy gutter of the slum I live in. So as I said to the others, have fun looking at a blank journal while you go mad wondering just what I am posting about just like I have gone mad wondering about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again for imaginary the emails, I needed a good laugh! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye and *kisskisskiss*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12173732-111705371123951423?l=olivemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111705371123951423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12173732&amp;postID=111705371123951423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111705371123951423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111705371123951423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/2005/05/giggles-i-just-cant-hide-it-anymore.html' title='*giggles* I just can&apos;t hide it anymore!'/><author><name>olivemarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981057372011383551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/willhaunt/6685997.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12173732.post-111705344722069369</id><published>2005-05-23T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T13:37:27.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am NOT vanya_arwen that is not my new LJ that you will never ever ever ever ever ever ever find, it is a friend called Linda. She is my twin that's why she has all the same friends as me. I never lie, that is NOT my LJ!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12173732-111705344722069369?l=olivemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111705344722069369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12173732&amp;postID=111705344722069369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111705344722069369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111705344722069369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-not-vanyaarwen-that-is-not-my-new.html' title=''/><author><name>olivemarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981057372011383551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/willhaunt/6685997.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12173732.post-111705333939951598</id><published>2005-05-23T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T13:35:39.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So Mel has had 2 people's accounts suspended, and people have had 9 or 10 of hers suspended. That's not winning, Melouise, that's losing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't count a bunch of accounts I created getting suspended a big loss. Like I said, I wanted to be rid of any account connected to this drama and I DID! I couldn't just DELETE them myself, that would be to easy! Let me play a step-by-step!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get my 28th new account after getting cdaae13 to not be able to talk about me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Make user info that would piss everyone off and violate the TOS so I could get suspended again because it turns me on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Drive PB and her group crazy until cdaae13 AND a few others broke her own TOS (her own that she wrote all by herself, her own TOS, yes!!! She has a TOS!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Get PB and her groupies to report my "fake" account while I am reporting cdaae13's REAL account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Get cdaae13's ass removed from LJ so she has to create a second account HAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Get my accounts all connected to the drama removed from LJ because then no one will ever recognize me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Make a new account you won't find EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Express victory! ^_^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how stupid it is? Learn from this if you ever want to actually reach my high level of single cell organism intelligence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12173732-111705333939951598?l=olivemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111705333939951598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12173732&amp;postID=111705333939951598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111705333939951598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111705333939951598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/2005/05/lies.html' title='Lies!'/><author><name>olivemarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981057372011383551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/willhaunt/6685997.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12173732.post-111663120423792932</id><published>2005-05-20T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T16:20:04.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHA!</title><content type='html'>LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say Nony you really are not going to win any beauty contest if you look like that without a catsuit on. Shall we compare like you guys love to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.hotornot.com/r/?eid=BZHUOYG&amp;key=GBT&lt;br /&gt;http://www.hotornot.com/r/?eid=BZHUNUO&amp;amp;key=TSW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more? Melanie is far more beautiful than Yoda even without makeup. Melanie even looked at the movie early, laughed and said she really felt good about her looks even more after seeing Yoda. She knew why you trashed her so badly. Jealousy is always so easy to give in to. So, where's the Michael Ball and you pics? I would like to see them. Oh and Peter met Melanie in 1998 and they got to know each other well over the phone sex and met up 120 times, not 3. You said that when a performer goes back home they stop acting? Peter was at his Inn in Wales and talking to Melanie about MANY personal things, like what brand of wax he uses for his legs and what make up she should try to cover her scars. So there is no need to act, right? Thanks for pointing that out. It proves to us even more how he really felt about Melanie. If he didn't have kids older than her he would have asked her to marry him, and Bitch Daae would have to be the maid of honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Jennifer and Sarena are still Melanie's friends. We've kept them up to date on this matter and they have supported Melanie, that is why they have come rushing to her defense!  Sarena even sent Melanie her lastest CD to make her feel better. (it was also a birthday gift so it way way back before all this started) Melanie also knows a lot of famous people like you guys have been bragging about. Shall I name them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perfomers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colm Wilkinson, he is famous, he was in Les Miserables and Phantom and he is a househodl name all over the world (met as a fan)&lt;br /&gt;David Rogers, he is famous, he was in Phantom of the Opera (met as a fan)&lt;br /&gt;Peter Karrie is the world's favoruite Phantom so he is realy famous! (met and he wants to marry her)&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth DeGrazia is famous, she looks like Christine Daae (met as a fan)&lt;br /&gt;Tim Hower, I know he is famous but I can't remember what for (met as a fan)&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer MCDonald is a world famous opera singer who has a frog sanctury in Texas (met as a fan)&lt;br /&gt;Sarena Paton is famous because she has a web site and has done concerts with Peter Karrie (met and she is our best friend in the world)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Actors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan Rickman (a friend of hers knows him and he asked to be introduced to Melanie the next time he's in Toronto because he wants her to meet some satanists there. Her artwork her friend showed him intriuged him and he loved the paper she picked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayden Christensen (her best friend knows some guys at a comic store where Hayden vists and they even showed us where Hayden used to leave in Toronto, just like stalkers do. Hayden loves art and they said they would call Michael and Melanie up next time Hayden visited and they wanted Melanie to show him her art to give him a good laugh. He's already been told about Melanie too and because the guys in the comic store are his best friends in the world he wants to meet her because her best friend knows them and she is famous on the internet THANKS TO ALL YOU PSYCHOS!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Singers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U2's Bono (Melanie's teacher knows him personally and he wants Melanie to meet up with him one of these days at the art shows in Toronto which he always goes to. Bono asked her teacher to have Melanie stop by, he is just like Peter Karrie he wants to seduce her into liking him and wanting to follow him. Her boyfriend is also getting tickets to his upcoming concert (backstage passes too) and Melanie might get her chance to meet him finally and then he will be doomed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voice actors Who Are Way More Famous Than Anyone You've Met&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric Stuart (talked with in emails and helped him with email fraud because Melanie knows everything about computers that's why she stopped the hackers ever getting us)&lt;br /&gt;Dan Green (talked with in emails and helped him with email fraud because her hacker friends knew what to do)&lt;br /&gt;Scott McNeil (met as a fan)&lt;br /&gt;Sam Vincent (met as a fan and runs a fan site for him)&lt;br /&gt;Paul Dobson (met and he liked her paper to)&lt;br /&gt;Brian Dobson (met and he loved her paper)&lt;br /&gt;Brian Drummond (met and he smiled at her)&lt;br /&gt;Alex Carter (met and he said hi to her)&lt;br /&gt;Brad Swaile (met and he farted)&lt;br /&gt;Matt Hill (met but he didn't take her candy she offered him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So except for that one problem with us stalking Peter, Melanie is quite loved, admired and wanted by these famous people, as you can tell by all the times she has been over to their house to get to know their families and pet their hamsters. They see her as a great person with amazing talent and beauty. (when pics of her in a burqua was shown) So the more you guys trash her the deeper the hole you are digging, because Alan Rickman and Colm Wilkinson and Brian Drumson will all come to your houses and kick your asses for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daae also seems to have given up on my posts. I knew she'd be unable to stand trying to have a sane discussion with me. She gave up expecting me to ever get sane long ago! LMAO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12173732-111663120423792932?l=olivemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111663120423792932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12173732&amp;postID=111663120423792932' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111663120423792932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111663120423792932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/2005/05/hahaha.html' title='HAHAHA!'/><author><name>olivemarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981057372011383551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/willhaunt/6685997.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12173732.post-111627330062129433</id><published>2005-05-16T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T12:55:00.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BUSTED!</title><content type='html'>You blew it babble bitch. This is Louise Somers Melanie's mom, you know it's me so stop playing games it is over now. You are Lynne Diamond who lived in Hamilton and ran a shop which you sold drugs and other things and your store was also part sex toys with lots of stuff about Peter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your husbands name is John Diamond who is a dear friend of Peter Cushing. You run Peter's fan club and you and John clamied to be his manger "which Peter denies because he died years ago" The reason I am telling you this is yesterday you told battyboy why you were upset with Melanie. The email Melanie sent you said that we knew that the women who was revealing our personal life was *Lynne Diamond* you being the idiot you are though she said you were Lynne but when you talked to battyboy yesterday you told him you were upset with Melanie because she knew your name and were you lived and the only name Melanie mention was Lynne Diamond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now listen carefully bitch, back off and leave us alone and leave Sam Vincent alone. He is a decent man who works hard and is a very nice person.(Unlike Peter Cushing who is a slob and has not worked for years) A voice actor by the name of Paul Dobson has already warned Sam about you assholes. You can look for him all you want but you will never find him because he is locked up in our basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another voice actor named Matt Hill trusted Melanie with Sam's contact you see Lynne only Melanie can reach Sam, no one else, not his agent or his wife or his best friend, only Melanie. So have fun trying. If you don't back off I will start emailing Peter again at the places he is performing at and I will tell him that you are on the net harrassing us I will send him your blog so he can see what a crazy bitch you are, if that doesn't work we will have to take action aganist you now that we know for sure who you are, and then the truth will come out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know it's you because NOBODY knew about my job that I had in 1982 when I worked at a rubber factory. No one in my whole life knew that, it wasn't on any goverment forms, no one knew ever except you! I never told anyone on the net, you also describe Melanie's hip and face conditions which we had told you about and posted all over the net so no one else could ever know that. You had seen Melanie at the shop and told her she should get it look at you said that it could turn into skin cancer, you were so nice to us. You also said that there where people who cared about her and as you said that you were looking at a poster of Peter remember? You mention about Melanie being home school which we did tell you but that was a lie sort of. She was going to be home schooled but it never happened. We are good at lying so you never knew that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Lynne we know it's you. Are you really in love with Peter that much do you see him still as the Phantom like you told us, that when you were a little girl you had an imagnery friend you called Eric who you said you were alike. You are a sick women I wonder does John know what you are up to I bet he doesn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12173732-111627330062129433?l=olivemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111627330062129433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12173732&amp;postID=111627330062129433' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111627330062129433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111627330062129433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/2005/05/busted.html' title='BUSTED!'/><author><name>olivemarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981057372011383551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/willhaunt/6685997.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12173732.post-111889050478760232</id><published>2005-05-13T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T19:58:35.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sam vincent!</title><content type='html'>Some biatch stole Melanie's idea and made her own &lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/samvincent/"&gt;Sam Vincent web site&lt;/a&gt;!!!!!1 Sam will kick her ass because only Melanie is his friend!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12173732-111889050478760232?l=olivemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111889050478760232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12173732&amp;postID=111889050478760232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111889050478760232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111889050478760232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/2005/05/sam-vincent.html' title='sam vincent!'/><author><name>olivemarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981057372011383551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/willhaunt/6685997.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12173732.post-111594300736398672</id><published>2005-05-12T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T17:10:07.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Find Me Can You? HAHAHAHA!!!</title><content type='html'>Well you stupid people can't find it can you. Why not? I haven't told you what it is! My pea brain turned to mush from all my posting. Come on you all claim your so smart with great educations and yet you can't find a simple little post that Melanie put back in her Journal that has no posts onit. LMAO please tell me it isn't so. That poor excuse for a human being. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WORLD WILL HEAR FROM ME AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="post-body"&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12173732-111594300736398672?l=olivemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111594300736398672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12173732&amp;postID=111594300736398672' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111594300736398672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111594300736398672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/2005/05/cant-find-me-can-you-hahahaha.html' title='Can&apos;t Find Me Can You? HAHAHAHA!!!'/><author><name>olivemarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981057372011383551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/willhaunt/6685997.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12173732.post-111594284629116481</id><published>2005-05-12T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T17:07:26.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dummies!</title><content type='html'>You fucking assholes all you have been doing is talking about us. Making a quiz and even if you change the subject some asshole comes on and talkes about us and if not we come on and talk about us and talk about you here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Couldn't find it? what are you stupid! you are suppose to be so smart well find it you jackass it's there right in front of your eyes. Don't know what I'm talking about? You are not the only one!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes and one more thing you idiots, I am not olivemissy, or lou, or Norman's mother, or the toothfairy. I figuare you will come up with that one sooner or later. my user name is olivemarie has that sinked in your pea size brain yet? No! didn't think so. But keep trying and maybe you will get lucky and I will choke on a cat. :D you hamsterheads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And Jenn dont' be to happy about your guy he is nothing to talk about he is not even a parking attendant like Melanie's guy. BOY IS HE STUPID! but a skinny bitch like her, what else would she attract. HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also on the floor LMAO at cdaae13 who doesn't know what to do now that she can't write about bananas in her Journal. But I her mother can talk about banana face all I want to HAHAHAHA! Yes you didn't know I was banana faces mother did you??? Now I will wait until you shitheads with nothing better to do to post just what I said because I am a pathetic loser with nothing better to do to post what I just said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12173732-111594284629116481?l=olivemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111594284629116481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12173732&amp;postID=111594284629116481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111594284629116481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111594284629116481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/2005/05/dummies.html' title='Dummies!'/><author><name>olivemarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981057372011383551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/willhaunt/6685997.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12173732.post-111585204127229088</id><published>2005-05-11T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T15:54:01.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fed UP with Melanie!</title><content type='html'>Melanie stopped the posting on her side but I am going to use this blog so it keeps on going I can't live without the drama. Blogs are free and nothing can be done about it Melanie will not remove this one because we talked and I waved the table leg at her and shouted and she said as long as she was not involved she did not care, so now you are dealing with me. Drop dead you trash. Leave her alone in her bedroom crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole thing started with Peter Cushing who is a slob and likes the hamsters young we have told our side of the story and everything we said was fictional all of his so called friends who have been sticking up for him are drug addicts he uses people and when he gets what he wants from there hot young furry hamsters he tells them to get lost. He is using Christine Daae for her beautiful sexy whore body , He is using Lynne Pearl because she is a millionaire and pays him for naked pictures, and he is also using Yvonne Hanham his PA to cook him breakfast in bed every morning. But Yvonne better watch herself because she has a very pretty young hamster named Nicola and Peter likes her and one day when she is out of her cage he will say those same lines to her that he says to other young hamsters and then she will see right before her eyes that we were right and that he is a dirty old man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12173732-111585204127229088?l=olivemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111585204127229088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12173732&amp;postID=111585204127229088' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111585204127229088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111585204127229088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/2005/05/fed-up-with-melanie.html' title='Fed UP with Melanie!'/><author><name>olivemarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981057372011383551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/willhaunt/6685997.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12173732.post-111582674763164872</id><published>2005-05-11T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T08:52:27.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time Has Come</title><content type='html'>Hey Babble how are your kids doing? The one you said that was a lawyer did you make her a lawyer you pathetic excuse for a mother. and the rest of you . You are the ones who have been following my daughter all over the place in black helicopters for no reason you have been digging into her garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well guess what? we buried the bodies to good for you to ever find even if you work for the FBI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's payback time now and we're gonna git you good because we are getting out the zombie powder!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12173732-111582674763164872?l=olivemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111582674763164872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12173732&amp;postID=111582674763164872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111582674763164872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111582674763164872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/2005/05/time-has-come.html' title='The Time Has Come'/><author><name>olivemarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981057372011383551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/willhaunt/6685997.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12173732.post-111576086988258618</id><published>2005-05-10T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T14:34:29.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid People</title><content type='html'>Last week Melanie didn't want me to post in my blog about the hamsters she wanted me to wait and see what they would do. Well Time's up! I haven't been cured so I'm going to have fun with the ass holes. I saw some new pics of these women. I had two reactions one, I fell in love and two, I was masturbating so hard my hands were aching . These women think there beautiful? They are goddesses!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this women called Alley kitten. Can you say cute piece of ass? I know I can! I am 47 and my boobs sag down to my stomach, but then again I'm not normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one picture that made me laugh so hard was Miss C bong her lips looks like she has been sucking on a musical theater actor :D and again like most of these bitches she is hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have all ready stated what I thought of Nony Mouse. I will spare you this in case your sneezing while you read this. But I will say one thing. I notice that in most of these shows that she is in she is always in the background. Why do they put her there? it's because She is not so famous as Melanie! thats what they do to people with who are modest, they stick them in the back and that is were she belongs, like that loser Peter karrie who has never starred in any hit shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Read This" got to show off my soprano range with Think Of Me, from The Phantom Of The Opera. Don't know what happened with my top note, though - it was a fair bit weaker than normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to it is she cant' sing  I know because I have bugged her house and I listen to her in the shower!  *Giggle* *snicker* LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christine Daae's website there is a picture of the bitch holding flowers with that big wide smile that looks like the jokers from batman(not the movie the cartoon) come to think of it her make-up looks like the jokers too. But the worse part is in that picture she looks like a fucking man with make-up on. Her face has a masculine look. She also has a big wart on her nose like a witch, and a beard. I think she is a man in disguise, someone should tell Peter his whore is a homo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her depression as I have said before all fake. I call to talk to my brother's window cleaner who knows about depressed people and she told me that Daae does not come under that category because she spent hours talking with her and running a diagnosis. Depressed people don't go around telling the world how depressed they are they just shut up and kill themselves and no one ever knows they were ever depressed. That was one thing she pointed out. When I told her what she had done to my daughter on the net she said what did you psycho daughter do to provoke that so I hit her in the fat ugly whore face. She said it seems that all you women wants is attention and sympathy. She said other things about us but I don't think it would be a good thing to repeat. I have said enough on the subject "Except" I hope Melanie starts popping those happy pills maybe one day she will choke on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cdaae13 she should really get a hand job and fix those dirty pillow bumps on her chest. When she gets older it will make her look like the wicked witch of the west and with that banana face that she has it will make it look a lot worse.  I will get her and her little hamster too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another person name Jenn. (Why are all these woman so fat women called Jenn are always fat as my ass) and the guy she was with I can't bring myself to write what I saw it's just too dam funny. You know when you get a 8 liter enema bag and fill it with vodka and lube it up and take the whole thing in one go then can't get to the rest room in time? It was a lot like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to all you pricks. I have been the one who has been reading PB'S blog not Mel she has been busy on the street. But last night I called her in and showed her what the losers had been writing. We both laughed so hard that we had tears in our noses. These people are so stupid, they see our IP address and think we have been reading their blog!!! It was not Melanie stalking them it was me!!! In my blog I am the one who talks about then not Melanie. She wants to forget I want them to pay and believe me they will. I am going to keep on stirring things up until Melanie can never escape from it because that is what sisters do for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Ass can beg and plead all he likes but what Melanie wrote in her info page stays until the end of time and the apolalipse, so he can get lost and stop whining the little wimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have all been saying some very disgusting things about us which leads me on to believe they are nuts because it is what we do to. Melanie is my daughter and I will defend her just like she has done for me by calling everyone fat whores. We are two different people even though people think it is the same person, We will not apologies to anyone so they can save there breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good laugh recently when I saw a picture of Karrie taken by the private detectives I have stalking him. When I called him a sexy bastard I sure wasn't wrong OH MY GOD he is manly and hot and his hair is sexy and grey this really be bothering him because we all know how he hates having old women like me lusting for his body. For someone who has a lot of places to perform he looks MISERABLE which looks really good on him, it is exactly what we want no wonder he looks miserable when his phone rings all night because we will never stop . As time goes on he will be sorry for making us look like fools by exposing all our lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melanie has not been talking about them (except for what she wrote on her info page) and she won't be anymore but she will never stop me because I have the table leg in my hands 24/7. As anyone can see by the fact she has been posting on her journal and on web sites she hasn't' been on the computer. If anyone says she has they are wrong and just want to stir up shit something they are good at they have been copying me. I am the one who has been on the computer her mother Louise Olive Marie. Does the name look familiar? It should because we share our accounts all the time. This blog is not. I REPEAT not coming down and the statement IS coming down and LJDRAMA is going down and if they delete Melanie's jiournal again LIVEJOURNAL is coming down! So I'm ready to have fun with the fuck heads. Bring it on I will be waiting. They will be dealing with me now not Melanie so they better be scared! I use her computer and will continue to use her computer because she is a coward and will not stop me because she is helping me stir up shit because we have no life at all, we sit up all night devising our evil plans to conker the world with our alien friends. Of course when I finish they will copy and paste this too and they will be sitting back LMAO as they usually do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12173732-111576086988258618?l=olivemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111576086988258618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12173732&amp;postID=111576086988258618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111576086988258618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111576086988258618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/2005/05/stupid-people.html' title='Stupid People'/><author><name>olivemarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981057372011383551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/willhaunt/6685997.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12173732.post-111540055363477448</id><published>2005-05-06T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T10:29:13.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Facts</title><content type='html'>A while back, a bunch of psychotic women with nothing better to do except their jobs decided to involve themselves with something that was none of their concern because my mom and I were posting about it on message boards they read.  You see a sick minded man and hamster called Peter Karrie hurt our family very badly by not calling us when I was ill and almost dying from grief, and when he still didn't call us after my mom threatened she would ruin his reputation on the internet my mother started posting on boards, and after people attacked her for being crazy I stepped in and attacked them back. Then I posted libel things about him on my journal and a bunch of jealous attention whores posted old old photos of me that I had put on the internet on LJDrama. I mean I look nothing like those pics, they are from when my face had tumors all over it! They even altered them to make them look worse by putting pornography on them because they are fat broken nosed banana face bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, a crazy whore who changed her name to psychobabble, who is supposedly a hamster mother, decided to stalk me after I kept posting about them all AFTER things with Peter Karrie had ended even though he never called us and I keep insulting him on the internet. Nothing said on the internet means anything except when people are mean to me. This woman should be reported to a social worker. I don't think anyone who stalks and harasses people for sheer amusement should be a parent, my mother should have had me aborted then none of this mess would ever have happened. Lord knows what goes on in her filthy mind. This woman is so insane, we even want to take people to court for replying to us on message boards saying we are crazy. We think they will be scared if we say we have gone to the police. It's utterly sad yet amusing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few other bitches I can't mention name wise because my LJ will get removed again if I do and it was a free account as a gift of love from my boyfriend to show how much he loves me, are happy pill induced freaks who all think they are fictional characters and goddesses and one of them even dedicated 150% of her LJ to me until LJ told us both to stop which is why she stopped and I am posting this. You've got to love justice, at last after I have had 15 journals taken down one of them is given a warning!!! So, anyway, if anyone actually looks at this mess on the boards my mother went to, they will see someone who was seeking advice and trying to ruin someone's career, and who was told to shove it by people who thought she was crazy even people who never heard of Peter Karrie before, and we she fought back with me at her side like a knight in shining armour they came at me and said I was the cause of everything because I could shut my mother off the computer if I wanted her to stop but I didn't because I was having to much fun with it! What we said was of course libel, and they are a lot of losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a few bitches (one being crippled) defaced me and humilated me in her journal by not deleting comments other people left with pictures of me with a horse head, my mother called her a "crippled bitch" which of course she is! I also wished a certain fake went over the edge with depression. Why? Because I am jealous of her and I want her to kill herself because Peter loves her and not me and she went to Havard and I am in a crap little career development college for losers. It is obvious in my opinion that the bitch fakes depression to get attention, because I have been to hundreds of psychiatrists and I know all about psychiatry and psychology, by the time I am 40 I might even have taken Psychology 101 at university! Real depressed persons do not act that way. They go out on wild drug binges and kill themselves. That's all we did to fight back and recently I posted a few pics showing how ugly they were but fake girl cried to LJ because I had broken their TOS for about the 15th time and they suspended my account again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after that a huge group of Peter Karrie fans and LJ Drama whores and characters out of Battlestar Galactica got together and stalked me, harassed me, abused me and even framed me. They kidnapped Peter Karrie and did bad things to him with a hamster and left my DNA at the scene of the crime. One of them got a goverment official to look into our records about how we are on welfare and our psychological problems. You see this has nothing to do with defending Peter Karrie it is all about how obsessed they are with me. I have a lot going for me. I have looks that make people look twice and then three times and shake their heads in amazement, I have a loyal and honorable boyfriend and loyal friends who will believe every dumb lie I tell them, and a mother who is like a hamster, I am a famous cosplay/entertainer who is very good at making people laugh, and actors and actresses adore me! Sometimes they adore me to much and I think they want to do dirty sex things to me, and then they hurt me because they never call me, and I post about how evil they are on the internet. Of course they'll try to ruin me! *laughs* So now even after I have ended things weeks ago I keep writing about them, because I am insane and I like to be around insane people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people even tried to dig into my sex life but I don't have one so there is nothing to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love to my mother, uncle, boy friend, best friend, and the rest of my imaginary friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12173732-111540055363477448?l=olivemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111540055363477448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12173732&amp;postID=111540055363477448' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111540055363477448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111540055363477448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/2005/05/facts.html' title='The Facts'/><author><name>olivemarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981057372011383551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/willhaunt/6685997.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12173732.post-111530857169710142</id><published>2005-05-05T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T08:56:11.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention!</title><content type='html'>My mother just made me remove her rose_duford accounts because she is scared of getting in trouble for them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked with a lot of friends recently and decided that if no one gives them the sick satisfaction of having anything to respond to, they will most likelt fade away. Lots of people have said this to us before but we always ignored them even though we said lots of time we were stopping and this was our last ever post about it. I can't say the same for my boyfriend, who is dying to get his hands on them because they are all much hotter than me, but they are a waste of time. We all have decent lives. My boyfriend has a good job as a parking lot attendant, my mother and I have our hamsters, and I have my friends! And while we sleep at night after we get to bed at 4 am, they are up posting about our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's now to the point that those crazy people will even attack my normal entries. I can't post anything publicly for my friends ... nothing. It'll all be trashed. So, unless I purposely make it public, my LJ will be friend's only from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope the day they realize I wasn't even involved in this mess except for calling Peter a pedophile and Christine a whore who I hope loses her mind or kills herself, they'll realize just how far they went with someone who has been attacked for things she never did. In fact, I laugh at them almost every day when they call anyone who posts against them "Mel" or "Lou" because we haven't posted to them for a while now except in my userinfo which is dedicated to them and I got my LJ suspended for it. It just shows their lack of understanding and how they twist everything around. Just because I have told so many lies in the past doesn't mean I am lying now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the day they actually think they can scare us is laughable. My friend's have real lightsabers to defend me. I have no idea what half those comments said. My mother just woke up and told me to delete the blog, and so I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have both moved on now for real this time and are happy. I just hope those sad pathetic excuses for human beings on the blogs can move on too and hopefully learn how to speak and act proper some day ... but God can't create miracles. Look what a mess he made of me and my other *sigh* Poor sad little losers we are ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am having my mother take God's advice now, so all is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in real life, I will spread the word to EVERYONE about those psychos and so will my friends, because I am over it and I have moved on! They'll be laughed off of the internet before they know it. My friends will hack into LJDrama and make it all about them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean ... you want to see how pathetic they are? Take a peek! Oh, and remember, my mother and I stopped posting hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the reason a certain LJ user isn't allowed to speak about me anymore isn't because of a fake account it is because of how their LJ was 100% dedicated to harassing me except for all the entries that weren't about me. The reason I am not allowed to speak about another certain LK user is because I kept evading a comments ban and having journals suspended for breaking LJs rules, it is all her fault even though she never broke any rules or had any journals suspended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off to play with my hamsters now, have a nice day! ^@^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12173732-111530857169710142?l=olivemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111530857169710142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12173732&amp;postID=111530857169710142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111530857169710142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111530857169710142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/2005/05/attention.html' title='Attention!'/><author><name>olivemarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981057372011383551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/willhaunt/6685997.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12173732.post-111534143499832624</id><published>2005-05-05T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T18:03:55.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HONOUR</title><content type='html'>To our imagniary friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime we post something they start talking about it for hours so we are posting something again. The last time it had to do with Mel's weight then her looks her clothes and now her boyfriend. Geez can't they talk about something else? No they can't. Why? because they are like little old ladies who like to sit around and gossip about there friends. Why? Because that is what we do with them, especially there shoes and fat ugly asses. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Because we have no life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I read one of there post and they have been cruel to Mel like we are to them and then I see a picture of what they look like... 90% of them are beautiful I saw a picture of alleykitten recently Holy shit is she &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;sexy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I posted about Karrie people had there say and I listen and tried to explain to them the best I could which was like  a 2 year old. I told everyone that when I was done with my story abourt Karrie it would be finished! did they listen? NO! It wasnt` finished and we kept posting because we wanted to keep it going we were having to much fun. But then it got personal and they started to dig into our lives which was none of there business and even though we posted about it all on our blogs and there blog and LJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mel ignored them her friends decided to start it up again by posting about it so after he posted they are after Mel's boyfriend Jamie. They are picking at there relasonship and saying again things thats none of there business because Mel keeps writing about it. No matter how hard they try they will never turn Jamie against Melanie he respects and fears her too much and knows what she has been through with a mother like me, He also knows what kind of people she has had to deal with a bunch of nut cases. In a post that Jamie made a few days ago someone on pb's blog named Path to the hamster.(LMAO give me a break these people wouldn't know a hamster if it bit them in the ass) posted this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing I'd like to point out is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr. Chef-guy actualy said:"My mother could spit on a few of you"... or something to that effect...Ummmm... A 'man' who threatened people with his MOTHER.... SPITTING ON THEM?!?!?!?!?!?!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;They need to go back to school and learn how to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what Jamie said to the freaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could get your own mother to spit on you if she saw you in the street&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows that a lot of what we posted got twisted around and there is an example of were we are changing what was wrote again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Speaking of Jamie he sent a email to red assassin and defended Mel's honor with his lightsaber I don't' know what Jamie said but it seem to have an effect on red assassin in a very positive way as red assassin commmitted harikari and disembowled himself. But I am not surprise because that is the way Jamie is a true pervert . He is sick. He is tired of people insulting Mel. And yes he knows the whole story of what we told to him so he thinks Peter Karrie and all the others are the guilty ones not Mel. He has looked at both sides of the story except everything we didn't` show him and has come to the conclusion that these people need to get a life and as for me he said I did nothing wrong because I am legally insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What those jerks don't understand is that that account that was suspended called Vanimaestel was a gift from Jamie to Melanie it was to show how much he loved her, not very much it was free the cheapass. He was the one who gave her that name Vanimaestel this name was written in Elven and means Beautiful Hope which is what he sees her as because she saved him from being bitten by a hamster and disfigured on his face like her. When it was suspended because of bitch Daae reporting her to LJ Abuse for breaking the legal rules again Jamie was very upset and decide to step in there and put the babies in there places because this mess had ended a long time ago except for Mel posting about it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully these people will back off because they will not win this fight with God as they don't` have lightsabers. Jamie is a very unique guy there are not many like him in today's world now there is psychiatric medication and all that. Honor and Delusion are the words he lives by. He treats people in his head with respect but don't hurt his imaginary friends or loved ones. I am sure if he ever wrote to Christine Daae he would have her whimpering and begging for his cock in no time so she had better watch her step. He is not the type of guy who goes around calling people names unless he is pushed it takes a lot to push a pineapple up Jamie. And these people have push him to the limit. There is no more room in there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Now that God has spoken he will not let anyone hurt her anymore so the fun and games are over. They should go and do something with their lives like pretend to be secretaries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want these people to leave Mel alone if she wants to talk about them in her info page who the hell do they think they are telling her not to or if I write in this blog or my new Journal. I will say this only once we will say what we want when we want at anytime these people are not going to tell us what to do. We are going to tell them what to do and if they want to talk about us in their blogs who the hell do they think they are telling us they are not going to obey the word of God!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;          &lt;/div&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a style="border: medium none ;" href="post-edit.g?blogID=12577038&amp;postID=111522062808056261&amp;amp;quickEdit=true" title="Edit Post" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12173732-111534143499832624?l=olivemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111534143499832624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12173732&amp;postID=111534143499832624' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111534143499832624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111534143499832624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/2005/05/honour.html' title='HONOUR'/><author><name>olivemarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981057372011383551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/willhaunt/6685997.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12173732.post-111530814297269655</id><published>2005-05-04T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T08:49:03.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anime North</title><content type='html'>Boy did I sleep in today! I slept until around 4:00 pm! I just couldn't wake up after being up all night stalking people on the internet. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, everything for Anime North is confirmed now! I filled out the shit entry form on Monday at Michael's, and tonight I filled out the panel form and emailed it. I got a conformation email sent back, and I am now going to be involved in the Friday shit, and a panel about closing the gap between comics and manga! I am really nervous that I will be laughed at again, but also excited! Michael even had me do a voice over for my part in the shit in case I am so scared on the day I pee. It was a lot of fun. I get to shout "You jerk!" and slap him really hard and it turns me on! (but it'll be faked, since after two of my slaps, he couldn't take it anymore. :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also excited about Saturday. Jamie will be coming over for a few days, and we'll be watching Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. It'll be our first real date, since we began dating on April 15! Yes even though I have said for ages I had a boyfriend it wasn't real until then (we met on January 16 and became very close right from the start and it just grew into what it is now) I'm also going to be helping him find a nice gift for his mother for Mother's Day! We will not have sex though because that is disgusting, I will make him sleep on the roof.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12173732-111530814297269655?l=olivemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111530814297269655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12173732&amp;postID=111530814297269655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111530814297269655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111530814297269655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/2005/05/anime-north.html' title='Anime North'/><author><name>olivemarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981057372011383551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/willhaunt/6685997.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12173732.post-111522101052173659</id><published>2005-05-03T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T08:36:50.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Beginning to the Week!</title><content type='html'>I had a fantastic time at Michael's on Monday. Before we boarded the train though, Michael got ripped off $5.00, and when we confronted the attendant at the ticket booth, they tried to blame me, which I quickly put them in their place for by screaming fatwhorebitch at them and then said they would place the money in an envelope and I could pick it up after their shift. We went to Fabric Land, hoping to find a good material for my thigh high stockings, but we had no luck as they were nothing slutty enough. I decided to try an alternative and wear suspenders and fishnets. After that he treated me to lunch at MCDonlad's which was amazing, their food is the best in the world and it shows how much my friends love and care about me that they take me to these places, and then we headed back to his place. I got to see Michael's driving skills, and it was like being on a rollercoaster, I threw up my McDonald's. We stopped off at a museum where everything is made out of glass. It was absolutely gorgeous! During the ride back, the rain really started to come down hard! Once we got back he showed me a video he filmed during his trip to San Francisco. His new video camera is awesome! He'll even be filming my meetings with the VA's at Anime North, so my mother can see how it went! I might even post clips up, so people can see them and if any of them hug me or touch me inappropriately it will be recorded and filmed. Anyways, we spoke with Jamie afterward, and then burned a few pictures onto a disk for me. Michael also gave me a beautiful souvenir from the San Francisco gay district too, it is a big strap on dildo! He took a picture of me with his new digital camera and then I headed for Union. (I forgot to pick Michael's money up on my way home though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a very slow day. My mother and I walked up to Clarkson Crossing and paid the Rogers bill because we owe them for all the hassle we put them through (I got Michael's $5.00 back with no trouble. They didn't even ask for proof of who I was. They said I had an honest face and trusted me and wanted to get me out of the store as fast as possible becuase my face was putting other customers off) and when we got back, Michael and I three-way called Jamie and we cybered for a good two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just wanking off my boyfriend on MSN right now, then I am heading off to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12173732-111522101052173659?l=olivemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111522101052173659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12173732&amp;postID=111522101052173659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111522101052173659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111522101052173659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/2005/05/great-beginning-to-week.html' title='A Great Beginning to the Week!'/><author><name>olivemarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981057372011383551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/willhaunt/6685997.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12173732.post-111514966310039346</id><published>2005-05-01T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T12:48:32.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My biography</title><content type='html'>The first part of this bio was requested to be posted by my friend's, who are too busy bouncing up and down and doing cosplay to support me with their own words, but kindly helped me write this post even though they were too busy to show their true love and support of my mother and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been on the internet ever since 2001 so I am cool, and I have seen many horrible things and disgusting porn, but nothing will ever compare to the hideous sights of the &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/albums/y163/freakshows101/cdkylalap.jpg"&gt;freaks&lt;/a&gt; ,  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/albums/y163/freakshows101/kim.jpg"&gt;psychos&lt;/a&gt; ,   &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/albums/y163/freakshows101/6e94b626.jpg"&gt;pathetic&lt;/a&gt;  and just plain  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/albums/y163/freakshows101/Buffalo.jpg"&gt;ugly&lt;/a&gt; people I have met online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people known as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine Daae (Sarah Brightman)&lt;br /&gt;Britney Spears (psychobabble)&lt;br /&gt;Emmy Rossum (cdaae13)&lt;br /&gt;A Nony Mouse  (some stupid bitch with no name)&lt;br /&gt;Victory Goddess (the thief who stole the pics of me and thinks she is a mentally insane hamster)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are extremely psychotic and drama loving freakshows. They are psychotic people with sick minds and tendencies to lash out at anything good and decent and destroy it with nuclear weapons even though it destroys the earth for thousands of decent people for millions of years. I unfortunately ran into these "things" on the net ages ago, when a private matter went public from my mother who is also psychotic posting them all over. (concerning a very sick minded man, named Andrew Lloyd-Webber, I recommend never bringing your kids to see him perform, or you yourself, if you look like Christine Daee like I do, because he actually thinks he is the Phantom. He bought an opera house and lives under it, and smashed himself in the face with a broken bottle and set fire to it so he looked deformed and so all the Phantom whores would want him even though he is an old man) Since then, some people have been pretending to be my mother and I and have even stole our IP number, framing us for all the evil nasty things we have said to people. I think one of our cats let this person in to use our computer and when I find out which one I will feed it to the hamster! We have not been involved at all in this mess ever so I don't know how they got our IP address when we never ever posted anything at all, nor spoke to any of those crazy people, except when I tried to make peace with them by saying they were not so ugly and fat as I said before, but then the next day the person pretending to be my mother posted in my mother's journal again. They defaced me and posted pics of me on a disgusting place called LJ Drama. They stole the pics of me from a University website, known as U of T. They also stole pics of me from Cosplay.com, which is another law they have broken so any day now the police will be coming in through their doors with big guns and shouting at 5 am. They then altered the pics with their sick minds and cosmic mind beam rays, and made me into a terrible looking person. (they altered my face, making me look ugly with green bile and tumors hanging off of it, just for their own pleasures)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cdaae13, is the most insane out of all of them, and has felt the need to stalk me and post everything I write about in my journal, in her journal. I have never read her journal or written anything about her so I am not stalking her and we never read other people's journals and write about them being fake depressed crippled bitches. Minus trying to reason with these crazy women, who need a mental hospital fast, I have not nor have my mother ever posted anything that would intice these people. I never said I hoped a depressed girl would kill herself because of me and my mother never called anyone a crippled bitch, we have not spent 4 months libeling this man on 80+ boards and we never attacked anyone for called them fat ugly bitch whores when they didn't even say anything to or about us. I have been hacked many times in the past, and recently I was hacked again. Maybe I should change my password away from PASSWORD but then I would never remember it. Hackers attack me all the time, sometimes they hide in the bushes and follow me in a white van and drive black helicopters over me when I am trying to sleep. I grow tired of being pointed at by strangers on the street, when I have not even been on the computeror posting on cosplay boards or my journal. Unless you are an attention whore, who loves to live on the internet, avoid these women at all costs! They are crazy, and even one of them thinks she's an actual character from a novel just like Andrew Lloyd-Webber thinks he's the actual Phantom!! Pathetic, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto the decent stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a 21 year old university student in career development college taking high school English. I have many wonder friend's and the best boyfriend I could ever ask for because I know I can't ask for much when I am ugly and insane as this. I live in a city known as Mississauga, in a small place known Clarkson, so if you are trying to stalk me that's where to look. I have many cats, I lost count because they keep having babies, and I live in an apartment over looking nature at its best! I also have hamsters. I have natural dark hair, currently dyed a cherry red. I am 5'4 and weigh around 101 if I eat enough hambergers and ice cream. I love my perfect skinny figure and the way my bones are so defined I can show them off. Fat is disgusting!! I wear glasses, and I have fair skin like an angel. I like almost any kind of music except r &amp;amp; b, country and rap. I love video games, and comic books. I collect action figures and pretend they are my friends. I am a very poor graphics designer and I currently run a site for voice actor Sam Vincent. I am a cosplayer, who has been known to cosplay as Bulimia Briefs, Anzu Mazaki/Téa Gardner, Cagalli Yula Athha, Anorexia Chick, and Sakura Haruno. I cosplay along side my best friend who is also prone to delusions and stalking. I am an artist who loves to draw like a 10 year old as well. I write and read and love almost any kind of novel because I have a very active imagination. I am a very nice person, as everyone who has met me has said, except Peter Karrie and all his fans who say I am insane and weird. Feel free to say hi if you ever see me at a convention unless you are wearing an LJDrama pin or I think you are a stalker because then my friends will get their weapons out and zap you with their lightsabers. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12173732-111514966310039346?l=olivemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111514966310039346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12173732&amp;postID=111514966310039346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111514966310039346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111514966310039346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-biography.html' title='My biography'/><author><name>olivemarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981057372011383551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/willhaunt/6685997.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12173732.post-111481803997649539</id><published>2005-04-29T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T16:40:39.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisterly Shopping</title><content type='html'>My mother and I just got back from a wonderful day of shopping! We acted like sisters the whole day, holding hands and kissing passionately! We talked about clothing, guys, blow jobs and hair styles. Then she surprised me by buying me things. I have a date with my boyfriend on Saturday, and she wanted me to look really nice, so she bought me a beautiful blue top and a matching necklace! She also bought me a hat for the summer, and we got a beautiful set of new sex toys! It's been a really great day for us! I have also progressed with Sam's site so it doesn't look like so much shit, and should have it completed near the end of the week. For my first time using HTML coding, I must say I am proud of what I did! I put in lots of blinking and everything! I'll probably be heading over to Michael's on Monday. I haven't seen much of him since he returned from San Francisco. This is going to be one very busy week for me with all my sockpuppets to keep up too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's a pic. I posted it here instead of in my LJ, so my boyfriend won't see my new outfit. I want to surprise him, but the rest of you guys (LJ friend's and friend's who don't have an LJ and stalker bitch pigs) can see my new outfit! ^_^V (I'm a bit stoned in the pic *laughs*) I am not wearing any makeup in the pictures except lipstick and concealer and foundation and liquid latex to hide the tumors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/albums/y163/avarlav/?action=view&amp;current=mel290405.jpg"&gt;http://photobucket.com/albums/y163/avarlav/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mel290405.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Melanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Here you go Nina! I uploaded the rest of the pics! I am glad you like the shit. It's a first for me to smoke that strain, but you were right, it does make me giggle at hamsters more. I'll be calling you where you are in Japan on your birthday because I am not on welfare now and I can afford it because my mother has become a nuclear physicist. Lot's of love! Oh, and you know what? You were right about "you know what" too! Sex really is better on acid! *wink*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12173732-111481803997649539?l=olivemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111481803997649539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12173732&amp;postID=111481803997649539' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111481803997649539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111481803997649539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/2005/04/sisterly-shopping.html' title='Sisterly Shopping'/><author><name>olivemarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981057372011383551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/willhaunt/6685997.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12173732.post-111481774984607655</id><published>2005-04-29T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T16:35:49.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facts, you've gotta ignore them!</title><content type='html'>Mouse Pig said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By the way, as far as I have seen nobody attacked your mother "because of her rape". Nobody has said she deserved it or they're glad it happened. Most people have said if it happened they're sorry for her and hope she has received counseling. Those who have made jokes about it have said that they don't believe a word either of you say anymore because you've contradicted yourselves and been proven to have lied so many times before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother was told she lied about her rape like we lie about everything, that I was "spawned" because of it, that my mother should get "fixed" what's the matter, mouse pig? Got an explanation for my insanity? (just go sniffing around the different sites, mouse pig) Here's the facts, mouse pig, you guys are foul mouthed, sick minded trash and I am better at it than you. You guys did way worse to us, then what was ever done to you or the "groupies" so, please STFU and remove your large broken nose from our hamsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the people out there who need to take a good look at reality, like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ages ago, my mother posted at cdaae's groups. After cdaae stopped her, she emailed people. The groupies decided to post saying she was a crazy woman , so I stepped in and Yahoo agreed that they were breaking the law  of the internets and should be put in jail forever and ever and ever, and removed my crap. My mother then went to message board's, saying the same thing she put in her emails. Pigs all over the internet read it and made fun of us and then I harassed people on LJ and pigs placed it on LJ Drama. I became defaced, abused and stalked just like I have been all my sad life :sadanimeface':. Except for posting at the boards to defend my mother, I never once got involved in her board posting concerning Peter, except saying he was a bastard who tried to secude me with his voice and by looking at me until the brain dead idiots kept asking stupid questions, because they can't think straight with all the drugs and pot in their system. Anyways, I gave my mother an LJ afterward, and once again we were stalked by people who read our private secrets we put up for the world to see on our LJ, so then pb made an LJ dedicated to harassing me, as LJ saw it because I complained to them and they removed her. She cowardly ran to the Google blogs, where she could hide behind the "rules" and continue to harass me, so I did the same thing because LJ kept removing all my journals for harassing people. During that whole time, I simply wished daae lost her mind and called her a whore because she ignored my cries for attention, and my mother called ayesha a "crippled bitch" and oh, we can't forget my wondering if pb abused her children, which she is now trying to take me to e-court for. *giggles* Or calling Peter a pedophile! That was a LOL!!!! People get so upset about stupid things like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's add this up! (This all took place after we settled things with Peter Karrie's PA and never posted again after we promised to stop except the next day and then after that when we couldn't help ourselves. This would be about the time pb started in and kept going, something we ended ages ago but it was so fun we started again and ended again adn started again. Nice going, pb. *rolls eyes*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My mother posted on 80+ boards in her hate campaign against Peter Karrie&lt;br /&gt;My mother called a people names like slut whore bitch&lt;br /&gt;I called people names like slut whore bitch&lt;br /&gt;My mother posted libel things&lt;br /&gt;I posted libel things&lt;br /&gt;My mother said she wanted to ruin Peter Karrie&lt;br /&gt;I said I wanted to ruin him to&lt;br /&gt;My mother harassed people and got banned from LJ but mostly that was me&lt;br /&gt;My mother copy and pasted a few entries and broke them down&lt;br /&gt;I copy and pasted a few entries and broke them down&lt;br /&gt;My mother and I both stalked people by reading there journals for all the information we could find&lt;br /&gt;We dug deep into people's history, trying to learn about them, for no reason but sheer amusement&lt;br /&gt;I posted pictures of Christine the fat ugly whore bitch&lt;br /&gt;I threatened people that my friends would beat them up with anime moves and weapons&lt;br /&gt;We attack people even if they are stupid and try to be polite to us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People defaced me&lt;br /&gt;People stalked my mother and I&lt;br /&gt;People posted pictures of me (breaking the copyright law, which my friend is going to take care of soon by breaking their kidneys)&lt;br /&gt;People posted libel things about me&lt;br /&gt;People threatened to talk to me at conventions&lt;br /&gt;People made a colorbar dedicated to me (I still love it! The colors make me look less ugly!)&lt;br /&gt;People made sites about me&lt;br /&gt;People attack me, even when I am trying to be civil (not all, just a few losers like cdaae13)&lt;br /&gt;People pretended to be my mother and I, so we would get in trouble&lt;br /&gt;People dug deep into our history, trying to learn about us, for no reason but sheer amusement&lt;br /&gt;People search every day for things about my past on line and the board posting, to try to gather info together on something that is worth no ones time&lt;br /&gt;People keep going back to our journal's, and my sites and try to use anything they can against me and keep hitting "refresh" every second, hoping to see something new&lt;br /&gt;People would break down our posts, pointing out pointless grammar mistakes, and lies and contradictions we had no logical answer to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through all that, I have never let any of it affect me. I became stronger, healthier, thinner, more beautiful, and happier. I gained new friendships, and new understanding from people who never new I was insane. I never cried about it, or actually wanted to take anyone to court. I was just ACTING when I told people I was reporting them to their ISP and the police and my friend's father's husband's lawyer. That, as I said AGES ago, was God's idea, to try to discourage the cyber bullying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people get called a few names, and they try to make themselves look like the good guys just because we have been stalking Peter Karrie for months and months and months. So, if you add it up, the total comes to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People =  have a life away from the internet&lt;br /&gt;My mother and I = need to get away from the internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have to say, concerning you sick twisted disfigured crippled sonofabitch muthafucken whore freaks of nature!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've said all I have to say ever ever ever again for good this time let's play a game! It's called "STFU ATTENTION WHORES!" After cdaae13 copy and pastes this entry, and tries to make an ass of me, let's see which side can remain shut the longest. Whoever starts it up again, is truly the psycho with no life, and a 100% attention whore. Usually that is me and my mother so the odds are in your favor! Oh and if one side starts up, let's see how long it takes for the other side to react. If they don't, they have proven they want things to really end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game begins now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Melanie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12173732-111481774984607655?l=olivemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111481774984607655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12173732&amp;postID=111481774984607655' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111481774984607655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111481774984607655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/2005/04/facts-youve-gotta-ignore-them.html' title='Facts, you&apos;ve gotta ignore them!'/><author><name>olivemarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981057372011383551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/willhaunt/6685997.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12173732.post-111472392432405882</id><published>2005-04-28T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T14:32:04.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitch Daae</title><content type='html'>This is what Daae had to say to me about her pimp Peter Karrie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Earth to Crazy Woman, Earth to Crazy Woman - of course I did. I run his official web site. You make a direct threat to ruin his reputation in an email you sent to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Bitch Daae! Who the hell do you thing you are his webmistress or something? you run a website for him. so what? It means nothing to the aliens. a lot of people have official websites on performers and so what if my daughter only has a crappy free fan page, but they don't stick there fat nose into there lives like you do. If someone was talking trash about Sam Vincent all over the internets Melanie would do the mature thing and ignore it, she wouldn't` run around telling him and sending him copies or putting up a lousy statement about it. I said that about his reputation because you piss me off that day by ignoring my crazy emails but you know what? When we talked to Yvonne she let slip out that I had done no damage. And do you know why? because people know I am psycotic and insane. all they have to do is watch me online and read what I say, those wonderful lines and they will remember what I posted. This will follow me and Melanie for the rest of are lifes. And if he is kissing your ass right now, it is because he needs you but once it is over he will toss you aside like he did the rest even if you have known him 12 years and he hasn't` done it yet because you do not expect him to act like your best friend and turn into a psycho. Face it Daae your nothing to him except his whore and he thinks you're just someone who runs his site and works on his concerts and gives him massages and does things with his hamster and has dinner with him and his family and makes us jealous and nothing more. You cant` live with that can you. you want him to marry you just like Melanie did and it will never happen. you little fake who pretends to be depressed. (just my opinion, or will you go crazy like pb and claim libel like Melanie did when said she eats the cat shit when there is no food at home?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12173732-111472392432405882?l=olivemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111472392432405882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12173732&amp;postID=111472392432405882' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111472392432405882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111472392432405882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/2005/04/bitch-daae.html' title='Bitch Daae'/><author><name>olivemarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981057372011383551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/willhaunt/6685997.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12173732.post-111462387158163856</id><published>2005-04-27T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T10:44:31.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*laughs*</title><content type='html'>Well, cdaae13 and her loser friend's got laughed at pretty badly by me and my mother after I told everyone that they posted entry after entry complaining about my mother posting on the pb blog, and it wasn't even her. I really needed a good laugh! XD I mean, who cares if my mother made an entry warning pcafm pb? She had every right, since I worked damn hard to end that crappy mess, someone had to start it up again and  it had to be her! But, it won't matter to the drama whores. They'll drool over any hamster, just to feel they have some significant reason to exist in life. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that mess is over, and we won the psychological battle against our own minds and have no brains left at all, so it's time to move on in life. Through all this, my life has become so much better. I made wonderful new friend's, and gained a whole new respect from people who are as batshit insane as I am. I must say, this drama was the best thing that ever happened to me, and it's all thanks to those crazy people with no lives. That's why I keep on writing about it and my mother does as well! ^_^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh, and in a few hours, cdaae13, or vg will probably have this posted up, trying to get a rise out of me, as usual. Glad I removed those comments. I refuse to associate with people like them except by writing about them all the time)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12173732-111462387158163856?l=olivemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111462387158163856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12173732&amp;postID=111462387158163856' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111462387158163856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111462387158163856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/2005/04/laughs.html' title='*laughs*'/><author><name>olivemarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981057372011383551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/willhaunt/6685997.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12173732.post-111453779119831903</id><published>2005-04-26T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T10:49:51.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mask Cums Off!</title><content type='html'>Well, cdaae13 showed her real colors, she has more green bile than my tumors. Not only did she lie about wanting it over, just like my mother, she hovers over everything my mother writes in her blog, hoping to stir more shit, just like we do at hers! I bet she's the anon who pretended to be my mother. I wouldn't put it past a drama seeking loser. It is what I do all the time so I know how bitches like that think. Oh, and the day we apoligize to you sick freaks, is the day Peter Karrie fucks my hamster like I begged him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are moving to a new blog AND YOU WILL  NEVER FIND IT BECAUSE I HAVE LEARNED TO BE A HACKER WITH MY PROXY!!! We'll post what we want there, and you guys can go fuck your hamsters for amusement. If you ever laugh at me again I will call the President because he is my father's best friend's old teacher's best friend. SEE YOU IN GUANTANAMO BAY YOU SICK FREAKS!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12173732-111453779119831903?l=olivemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111453779119831903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12173732&amp;postID=111453779119831903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111453779119831903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111453779119831903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/2005/04/mask-cums-off.html' title='The Mask Cums Off!'/><author><name>olivemarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981057372011383551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/willhaunt/6685997.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12173732.post-111453747046629263</id><published>2005-04-26T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T10:44:30.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOR GOD SAKE STOP IT!</title><content type='html'>Ok, WTFOMFGZWTF  is going on? I had an understanding with big tits cdaae13 and goth brat  Ashley. WHO THE HELL IS KEEPING IT GOING? ARE YOU USING MY COMPUTER? IT ENDED A FEW DAYS AGO! GOT IT? LEAVE IT THE HELL ALONE! ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME MOM??? A friend emailed us a link to pb's journal and her post about trying to keep things going. Just give it a rest. It's OVER. It was over 2 weeks ago when pb posted that, but we only saw it today! Who ever you are, trying to go up against pb, I don't care what you do, but stop involving us. WE ARE TRYING TO MOVE ON BY POSTING ABOUT THIS OLD POST WE FOUND, SO STOP IT RIGHT NOW YOU BITCHES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother was sitting right by my side when I ended things in Livejournal. She is greatful this mess is over. Now she can be a secretary again and not get fired for spending all day posting on the web. I don't care what you guys think, but stop assuming it is her. Just because I told all those lies about being on welfare is no reason you should think I am a liar! As for those who are pretending to be her, I WILL HUNT YOUR FUCKING ASS DOWN AND STICK MY NOSE UP IT IF I EVER GET MY HANDS ON YOU, AND MY NOSE IS BIG SO THAT WILL FUCKING HURT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and as my mother said (but I removed the post, since it took up too much space) A Nony Mouse and pb, STOP posting things about us. It's OVER! THAT'S WHY WE HAVE STOPPED POSTING THINGS ABOUT YOU!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Mel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12173732-111453747046629263?l=olivemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111453747046629263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12173732&amp;postID=111453747046629263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111453747046629263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111453747046629263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/2005/04/for-god-sake-stop-it.html' title='FOR GOD SAKE STOP IT!'/><author><name>olivemarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981057372011383551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/willhaunt/6685997.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12173732.post-111462450422683078</id><published>2005-04-23T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T10:55:04.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Final Statement</title><content type='html'>Well, last night at around ... I would say 8 or 9, I tried to end things for the 35th time by insulting people some more, and psycho foster parent pb decided to keep things going. Now, she's crying about having a case against someone who gave an opinion! JUST LIKE ME! That's just too rich! I knew she was psycho, but I think she should step out of her delusional world and realize the difference between reality and fantasy.  I am the only one who is allowed to keep on making baseless and stupid legal threats against people! My whole lawyer story is so full of crap, even the people at the blog can tell. By Monday, I will be sitting here and typing away happily. What really happened, is someone put her in her place and she knows if she types one more thing about us, she'll be in deep trouble with the alien clones and the hamster police. Nice try, but my lies are easy to read through. I am glad my ass was finally kicked hard enough. It's about time peace returned to the net and psychos like me and my mom got what we deserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to say this mess is truly and finally over! No matter how many times you guys *coughcdaae13* try to provoke me in your little LJ's, I am not going to respond. Hear that? I am not going to respnd again ever ever ever ever. Unless I change my mind. I have a life and I want to put it to good use harassing actors on the internet because they don't call me and ask me to marry them. You should too, if you ever think you can amount to anything besides a possible cyber whoring bully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother has been told she lied about being raped by aliens. I was told I was abused by her because she twisted my innocent mind. I was told my father was the cause of things for raping my mother. How dare you insult my father! I was told many things that were way worse then that, yet I am not crying to a lawyer. Why? Because I have done that so many times before and been laughed at and mocked for it because it was a stupid obvious lie. Did I know you were a foster mother? No because I don't read a word you say unless it is mean about me. Did I say you actually did abuse your kid? No. I said I wondered, as in I played a mind game with you, because all you've done is do the same thing to me. The only thing is, I didn't snap, because I don't believe what people say on the net. That is why I have never said I was calling lawyers or the police on anyone, or called them whores or acted like a crazy bitch. Really, take other people's advice and just give it up, even if I don't. All I have done is play your game and act a role, even before you knew about me and were part of it. You don't know where I live except my city and where I go to school. You don't and never will know my phone number because it is protected by aliens. You can't find me even if you sit in a white van stalking me. That's a lot of work to do over a pondering on my part. Seek help lady, seek help and fast, before it's too late or you'll end up like my mother. Oh and Victory Goddess should smash her hamster into a wall, so she can mange a slightly more fuctional cookery class then the one she has at the moment. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in closing I would like to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you psychos ever try to speak to us again, action WILL be taken, because  I don't believe what people say on the net and I don't cry to lawyers or the police . If your LJ harassment continues, I will report you, even though you are cowards when you report me and I have had 12 journals taken down or suspended for harassing you. If you email us, your connection will be removed by the internets police. Go outside, get a life and move on. Try anything and you'll be as in deep shit as pb who is sitting in jail right now explaining herself to Donald Rumsfeld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We request that you LEAVE US ALONE and NEVER SPEAK TO OR ABOUT US AGAIN! We will carry on writing what we want about you but you are NOT ALLOWED TO RESPOND IN ANY WAY! Violate that, and you will be in more trouble then any court could ever do to you. My boyfriend has a real life 100% genuine light saber and he knows where you all live.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won. Game over! (since you all find this to be a game)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Melanie       &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12173732-111462450422683078?l=olivemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111462450422683078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12173732&amp;postID=111462450422683078' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111462450422683078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111462450422683078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/2005/04/one-final-statement.html' title='One Final Statement'/><author><name>olivemarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981057372011383551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/willhaunt/6685997.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12173732.post-111421530062209632</id><published>2005-04-22T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T17:57:04.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings...</title><content type='html'>You know what I love about the whole cosplay issue? It's how they say mental people who need help cosplay. I'd love for the psychiatrists to say that to over 100000 people who have cosplayed for years and laugh at me because I am mentally sick. It sure goes to show you, they are too immature to live a little and have a good time. I bet they are so immature they don't even drink coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also am jealous of the more quoting from cdaae13 and her hot little story about her strong hunky boyfriend. Mine likes  dress up like a girl. Hey, hun, I know you aren't jelaous, but I think you are becoming a bit obessed with my cosplay underwear. It's clothing I wouldn't wear on a regular bases because I know it makes me look like a hooker and secondly, it sure shows of my perfect figure I am damn proud of. It takes work to look thinner than Kate Moss you know!! No wonder you hate it and try to immaturly refer to it as slutty. Poor thing ... we can't all have the "looks" That is like me and bitch Daae, she is a whore because she is a lot more beautiful than me and I heard Peter pinched her ass. I mean, I got some nice comments and over 100 hamsters viewing my cosplay at Cosplay.com and that says it all for me. :) Oh, and kindly remove your fat ass from my mother's life, she wakes up screaming from the nightmares and last night I nearly had to smother her with a pillow so I could get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, it's about time people are opening their eyes to pb's sad little attention whoring blog she made and have seen the light about how I am only writing this because I am an attention whore too. Except for her slutty friends, who I liuke to insult to prove I am immature to, most of the sane people have realized she's a sick minded lunatic, just like me. who is from what I can tell, raising her daughter to be just as bad as her. Poor thing ... I wonder how many times she gets hit or called names for not doing what "mommy" says. Hmmm ... just a thought. I should feel sorry for her because my mommy used to hit me and call me a slut whore and she still attacks me if I try to make her take her pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I give it a week and that sad little blog will be dead as my stillborn kittens. Like I said before, it's good to win and I know they are winning when I can't even maturly hold a conversation without taking cheap shots, for lack of better wording. But things are kind of getting fun, and even my boyfriend is going to join in on the fun now! :) We both have no life and this is the only amusement we get because we are not ever ever ever having sex and touching dirty disgusting slut things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yeah I am taking cheap shots right now, I've done it all along, so I feel I have every right to keep up with it. Don't like it? Then close the browser and get a life you fucken slut whore pig bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Daae, I am guessing since you are a perfect size 8 you don't realize how painful it would be to have breats with my skeletal body. Seriously, if looks is all that matters, then I better get plastic surgery. Did Peter really pinch your butt? I guess you are the kind of slut whore pig bitch he likes with your womanly hourglass figure and big breasts you fucken slut whore pig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12173732-111421530062209632?l=olivemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111421530062209632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12173732&amp;postID=111421530062209632' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111421530062209632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111421530062209632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/2005/04/musings.html' title='Musings...'/><author><name>olivemarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981057372011383551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/willhaunt/6685997.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12173732.post-111419252349646605</id><published>2005-04-21T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T10:55:23.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah ... blah ... blah ... XD</title><content type='html'>What's the matter cdaae13? Your boyfrined lack in the looks and brains department? A perfect couple I would say, don't you agree? Just like me and my boi!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't I comment in that filty blog anymore? Because I was told to leave, so I did. So, now I can post all I want here and watch you guys make asses of yoursevles! Wehave so much in common! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm ... I am tempted to show my boyfriend your comment, but you might regret it if he lost his temper. He grows a second head and it has big sharp teeth and green stinking foam coming out of it. He's been informed on everything and I warn you to never come near us in real life. He's not too pleased with what you guys have done, and thanks to it, it caused some really pathetic stalking attempts in real life, which really set him off. But I doubt you guys would ever crawl out of your little computer dens and face me for real anyways, not now you have seen my light sabres and plastic weapons. You'd see I am not what you claim or think I am and it would break you blackened little hearts to meet me and see all the famous people I hang out with and how much hot sex I get from them. Awww ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys are just BEGGING for us to post. *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is fun! ^_^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and TRY to read my posts, I know it is hard because they are so dumb but TRY. Your little childish defaced pics site you posted today? I laughed at it in amusement and at the poor lack of computer altering photographs. Thumbs up for trying to actually do a good job though! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Mel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a list of Attention Whore traits which I find very dedicated more toward pb and daae's groupies and show how much we all have in common:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cam whoring (like all the cosplay pics I post!).&lt;br /&gt;-Claiming to have been (or are being) stalked (I get stalked all the time, get over it).&lt;br /&gt;-Cutting, or occasionally half-heartedly attempting suicide (check).&lt;br /&gt;-Deleting their LiveJournal, only to return 48 hours later (I win on this game because I have done this more times than any of you!!).&lt;br /&gt;-Insulting or ridiculing certain people in public forums, in hopes of sparking a flame war (man thqat is fun).&lt;br /&gt;-Telling outrageous, often untruthful stories about things which "happened" to them (like at stage doors meeting people you think are famous).&lt;br /&gt;-Shameless self promotion and talking about all the famous people you are friends with.&lt;br /&gt;-Wearing very little, but still very slutty, clothing IRL (you should cosplay so you can pretend you are acting when you look like a whore!)&lt;br /&gt;-Spearding their legs for every man or woman they see (I would if I could but I can't)&lt;br /&gt;-Creating a blog dedicated to stalking people who want nothing to do with them but make fools of them for thinking they could actually amount to something (it is even better if you go posting on hundreds of message boards tho!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that doesn't fit me and psychobabble and her little attention craving whores, I don't know what will. Great work girls, in showing everyone just what you are! ^_^V I just love the jealousy. It's really a big boost to my ego. The more they post the better I feel. *laughs* How ironic and fun! We all have so mcuh in common we should meat up so you can see what a great person I am and I can laugh at how pathetic you all are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I told my boyfriend about your rather pathetic remarks about me drugging him. His repsonse was simple:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I actually cared about what they said I might do something, but as long as I know how I feel, I am happy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a lesson from him. Not everything on the internet matters if you are happy in real life. Sadly, I think you guys are pretty depressed suicidal maniacs for keeping going something that could have easity died out ages ago. tsk ... tsk. You should take a lesson from me and my mother, we are obsessed with things on the internet and never let things die and look how sad adn pathetic we are! ^:ANIMEFACE:^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we are not on welfare. I still can't believe you guys fell for THAT! XD  We set that up a LONG time ago because we new when we started harassing and stalking Peter Karrie you guys would come after us so we wrote it on web pages and boards we knew you would find just so you would believe it. My mother is a high paid secretary adn she just pretends to be illiterate and stupid because it makes us laugh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Am I the only one who thinks Melanie's 'new boyfriend' looks identical to Jay of 'Jay and Silent Bob'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! He'll be so flattered you said that! He loves the character and even cosplayed as him! I think he looks like Aragon in Lord of the Rings more. ^_^V&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12173732-111419252349646605?l=olivemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111419252349646605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12173732&amp;postID=111419252349646605' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111419252349646605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111419252349646605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/2005/04/blah-blah-blah-xd.html' title='Blah ... blah ... blah ... XD'/><author><name>olivemarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981057372011383551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/willhaunt/6685997.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12173732.post-111413206525252942</id><published>2005-04-21T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T18:07:45.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mousy mouse ...</title><content type='html'>How sad you actually think this is a win/lose game. Just because I only scored 2.9 on hotornot doesn't mean everyone thinks I am a ugly bitch. All I can say is, this whole blog pb created and all of your comments have simply shown me that you guys are seriously the lesser half in brains, looks and pretty much everything else that makes a human being decent.  If you want to make this a game, then I would say I am winning, since you guys have dedicated yourself to stalking us and making fun of us and living every day to see what we do next. We love it. We have fun with it and we love getting you guys all heated up. It's beyond amusing. That is why my mom and me spent 3 months posting about Peter Karrie and calling the cops on people on message boards. It is so much fun making ourselves look like pathetic stalker losers like all of you! You can throw shots at me, make fun of me or try to believe you are the better person, but by just talking to me, you are pretty much the pathetic loser you've proven yourself to be. Only a pathetic loser would want to talk to me. Like I said, I feel sorry for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and it's also amusing that you write up a whole article on the British/Welsh without thinking of why I said what I did. Peter and his mother don't like being called it, if it can be helped. If someone calls Peter British he gets out his lawyers and sues them for libel because it is an evil slur on his character. Try to use your brain you stupid girl and try to learn facts before actually replying and making a fool of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now go about your little lives, while I work on a whole new look for my site because right now it looks like a pig threw up on it and add updates to it and watch you guys pretty much sink beyond ground level into a pile of nothing but dirt that needs to be swept off of our clean streets of society like all the homeless people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day! I know I will! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and trying to join my board isn't smart either. You see, I am in charge of who joins. ;) Stay off of my board. It's clean at the moment. I don't want you filthy slut whore pigs infecting my board where I am the princess, it is the only place left on the internets where people don't laugh at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and as for that person pretending to be us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's called ACTING. It's like what I do in Cosplay! All lies are acting and I am an actress.&lt;br /&gt;2. Proxy I was told can make it seem like our IP if someone spends 4 days working on it because we are so interesting and everyone wants to stalk us so much.&lt;br /&gt;3. No matter how much we wanted to trash you guys or provoke things, "Diary of a Sex Fiend" is beyond low for pure people like us. If they wanted to be convincing, they failed with that slut whore pig name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Melouise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12173732-111413206525252942?l=olivemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111413206525252942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12173732&amp;postID=111413206525252942' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111413206525252942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111413206525252942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/2005/04/mousy-mouse.html' title='Mousy mouse ...'/><author><name>olivemarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981057372011383551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/willhaunt/6685997.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12173732.post-111411520799981705</id><published>2005-04-21T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T18:00:58.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madness Ensues ...</title><content type='html'>Those guys amuse me to no end even though they are totally unfunny and have no sense of humour. They call me a non-people person, yet when I was actually nice and respectful and didn't call them whores for 3 posts, they trashed me. They expect me to be nice to slobs? I am only nice to decent non-racist people who actually want to improve society, not make it worse. &lt;span style=";font-family:helvetica,arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Ruby, I am guessing you are black, or trying ot be black, since "white-trash' is their saying. I figured you were a racist pig, since all racists should be burned in Hell.&lt;/span&gt; If they don't like what I have to say, too bad. That's life. Sometimes the truth or a person's opinion isn't nice and it hurts. That is when I report them to the police and their ISP and my ISP and we hunt them down with machine guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I actually expect kindness from those guys will also be the day Hell freezes over. They had a chance and They did not allow me to show my nicer side to them, the side that doesn't have green bile and tumour face, so they aren't getting it now. They should just deal with it. If I am pushed more then once, you don't see anything else but my anger or "smart mouth" and they are only being nice because they can't find anything bad to say about the pics and that probably bothers them. A man stopped me in the street yesterday and said I look like Kate Moss. He even offered me money but I am not on welfare now so I said no thank you. I am polite if people are polite to me. They need to get over things and realize that I am having a good life. I am quite sane and quite social to those that deserve it, like my hamsters and my best friends Sam and Louise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to those who said kind things about my boyfriend and I. Especially the girl who just emailed us. Your words are very kind. We are happy together and love each other very much. It is ok we will not breed because he will never get his penis anywhere near me. I am not a disgusting whore who licks butts and blows there mouth into cocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now go get a decent life you guys and stop wasting it stalking us on the net. *shakes head and sighs* I tried that with Peter Karrie and I know it is sad and pathetic and will never make you happy. Stalking Peter nearly destroyed my whole life, But since you most likely won't do that, keep watching for another month and soon after Anime North, there will be many pics up of me in skanky whore costumes. (I am sure that'll please Victory Goddess, who just loves to deface me since she's a mentally insane hamster and needs a dose of reality XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CDaae13 who is also my age should actually try to act it for once, she makes me look like a 13 year old. It's not becoming of a woman to lick another woman's butt because being lesbian is so gay. (aka Christine Daae, Peter whore number 1, she is a filthy lesbo who blows her mouth into Peters cock and I am NOT NOT NOT jealous of her at all, she is so fat and ugly and all those photos of her looking slim and beautiful were made in photoshop by VG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make up as many stories as you want or deface me all you want, it's beyond boring and I am never going to read it again and you are just proving that you Cdaae13 and VG:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have no lift&lt;br /&gt;2. Are jelaous as Hell that you don't get to bum around on welfare&lt;br /&gt;3. Mentally challanging&lt;br /&gt;4. Seek minded&lt;br /&gt;5. Have tiny brains in jars on your desk to amuse you with such pointless things&lt;br /&gt;6. Are depression suffering weirdos who I actually recommened to down a bottle of happy pills, I tried it and they gave me a lobotomy and now I am not ever suicidal anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the rest of you, I WANT to be angry, I want to treat you the way you've treated me, but I actually feel sorry for you guys because you have to put up with me and my mom harassing you. You are very sad people who need a little help like I got with my lobotomy and maybe you can be happy too. It's a pity really. My heart goes out to you guys, like the green bile went out of my kidneys. I am sure one day you'll be happy enough to function normally like the rest of us and have satisfying careers putting people like me out of my misery. May God be with you on your quest to rid the world of psychotic bitches like me and my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Mel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just checked out freak show cdaae13's post. I must say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO! That's pretty amusing stuff! Oh, but you missed quite a few LJ accounts. I have been stalking people online for years. ;) Sadly they are all of no use to me because the people I was harassing with them all have restraining orders on me now, and I've wanted to be rid of them for ages, so I must thank LJ for doing so! I am too dumb and lazy to do it all by myself! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Peter is Welsh, not British, not a good idea to insult them! *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12173732-111411520799981705?l=olivemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111411520799981705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12173732&amp;postID=111411520799981705' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111411520799981705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111411520799981705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/2005/04/madness-ensues.html' title='Madness Ensues ...'/><author><name>olivemarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981057372011383551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/willhaunt/6685997.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12173732.post-111384927031111511</id><published>2005-04-18T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T11:34:30.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The True Story</title><content type='html'>you bitches asking what Melanie's` father looked like you are going to far and now I will tell you the truth about it all and you will see who you are attacking at last! I told you I was raped but i DIDN'T` tell you all the truth because I have had things happen none of you know about and I have seen things you cant` even imagine with you'r stupid slob pig brains.&lt;br /&gt;What happened to me was that I was taken in a flying spaceship by aleins in to space and I was there for a month but when I came back no time had past. They were gray with big black eyes and talk to me in my head not with voices., sometimes they talk to me still and they told me to be carful of Peter Karrie because he is a pig and a slob. When I was there they gave me an anal probe and they want to make clones so that is the truth about Melanie. Her father isn't` a human I got pregnant with an alien clone but the thing you don't` know is that they have been worked on this project for many years and all the clones are above human and very special. A lot of them are in the goverment and Melanie has protecton in HIGH PLACES and powers you will see and learn soon and then you will wish you never hard our names!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE YOU PIGS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12173732-111384927031111511?l=olivemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111384927031111511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12173732&amp;postID=111384927031111511' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111384927031111511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111384927031111511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/2005/04/true-story_18.html' title='The True Story'/><author><name>olivemarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981057372011383551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/willhaunt/6685997.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12173732.post-111374346378978375</id><published>2005-04-17T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T06:11:03.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mel's Entry</title><content type='html'>As I sit back and read the very retarded and less then amusing posts made by psycho bitch and her whores, I find myself almost falling out of my chair in a fit of laughter because they are so less then amusing and not funny. Each day they go at a friend of mine, they are inching closer to a "certain" friend who is a performer and has a nice high paying lawyer who pickles cucumbers at weekends and knows who they all are. All they have to do is go at them once, and they'll be paying for it for the rest of their lives. I hope they continue, because it makes it even more hilarious to see them acting smug and have no clue where they really are headed, straight to hell where there are no marshmellows. They also have no clue just how many important people I know personally and are waiting for them to slip up. *sips coffee like a grown up* This is going to be a lot of fun! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, AN is coming closer and I can't wait! I also can't wait to see who has the guts to show up and try to stalk me. It'll be a lot of fun to meet them. Security is really looking forward to it, and said if Eva tries anything, she's out! I know the head of security and they won't hire anyone who's there just to cause trouble and not do their job. I told them to watch out for people called psychobabble and form called anonymous and they are on the list just like I was for Peter!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that little group is playing into my hands nicely. I have set this trap up for them for a year and they fell right in it! :) I think I'll hold off on the file report and add some more to it because then it will take more space in the trash bin. This is too juicy to pass up and the police would love to see it all. ;) They will laugh so hard they will puke green bile and that will teach them to make fun of ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Ashley, a message from my mother:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What happened to your face Ashley? Did a truck hit it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously girl, I tried to be nice, but the fact is, you have a Michael Jackson thing going on, and that's an insult to him. Try a face lift and nose job. It MIGHT save you even though it didn't` help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the other girls, try to lose a bit of weight. We can't all have a perfect body shape and fast metabolisim like me, can we? If you want to be beautiful you have to have arms a man can put his thumb and first finger right round or you will not make him happy in bed. Men like bony elbows sticking all the way in and I know because I laothe sex. And circus girl? You might want to try a hamster if you ever want to spawn more of your kind. It is hard to have babies when you are so fat. If my mom hadn't been starving on the streets of Toronto she would have never got pregnant with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for mousy, no offence, but your nose is twice the size of your face and your body really doesn't make up for it. Get a nose job before it's too late and lypo suction might help too for your thighs. To be beautiful your nose has to be smushed in your face like mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, you guys can trash me all you want, but you don't have anything to be envious of either. Also, I guess you've never really seen a French Canadian, Irish, part black, part Japanese and part Native American have you? Yes, I have quite a mix in me, my daddy was a retard, which makes my features rather unique. So what are you going to do now? Show us just how racist you really are you redneck white trash whores? Oh, and I'd like to see you deal with needles being shoved in your cheek to save your face from severe pain and feel that agony that makes your panties wet. Then again, I bet most of you enjoy pain, so I shouldn't even bother to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My suggestion is to get your sorry asses off of your computer and out of your home because I know it would help me. You are pale and your eyes are red from constant hours facing a computer screen, and smoking crack like my mom and fat from just sitting. It'll come and haunt you in a few years you know, then you will wish you were a skeleton too. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Archy is NOT my boyfriend. We just played the part for his sake. I have a hamster.       &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12173732-111374346378978375?l=olivemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111374346378978375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12173732&amp;postID=111374346378978375' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111374346378978375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111374346378978375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/2005/04/mels-entry.html' title='Mel&apos;s Entry'/><author><name>olivemarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981057372011383551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/willhaunt/6685997.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12173732.post-111374289903483483</id><published>2005-04-16T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T06:01:39.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christine Daae better known as the Bitch</title><content type='html'>After talking to Ann I decide to email Christine Daae who ran his website. I thought that maybe she could help me track Peter down and wait outside his house with a pitchfork and an angry mob. Biggest mistake of my life, she was a rude stuck up snob and a bitch she didn't` want to help at all because she was jealous that he mommy never whored her out to Peter. she said that Peter had called her because fans had emailed him and told him what Melanie had posted on yahoo groups Peter Karrie.she told Peter a little bit of what the post said and then Peter is suppose to have said that he knew who it was he then asked her should he contact us she told him not to bother that it wasn't important.I would like to know who the hell does she think she is telling him not to call us or email."his mommy"right there and then he should have called us and this mess would have been over, all we wanted was to talk to this man who had done so many evil things to us and our hamsters. But instead he listen to a bitch whore fat ugly slapper.Thats when I started to email the fans who were members of this group, most of them were angry but there were a few who believed me and said they would never take their hamsters to his concerts again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One email was from Dot Mcfarlane who is a Peter fanatic she said how sorry she was that we felt that way about Peter she said she would pray for us (This was related to my parents death.) but when everyone on yahoo groups were attacking us she also went on the message board and knocked us down. What a hypocrite. Jesus will spit in her breakfast because I talk to him and he said his cousins best friend worked where she got her sereal. I guess when Peter told Melanie that he was more comfortable with phony people he wasn't kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received an email from a woman in Wales named Lizzie Borden she said she wanted to talk to Melanie about her experiences with Peter she said she had gone through the same thing that he uses his fans she called him a philanderer and said that when she knew him he would plead that he was poor and she would give him hamsters to help him out. Then he took her to his home and she said she felt like a fool. His home was like a mansion with a swimming pool and a teenis court on the roof and all the baths were made from solid gold .she said she was in love with him and he told her that he loved only her because she looked like Christine and made out like a whore.Then she stopped seeing him. About two weeks after that she emailed me and told me that she was thinking of going to see him in concert. He had called her and wanted her to come because he needed cash to pay for his driver and stretch limo. When everybody was attacking us she got scared and told me I should stop what I'm` doing. Of course I knew why she wanted me to stop she didn't` like what I was saying on the message board, then she got very nasty and said she hoped that Peter would take us for everything we had (which isn't much) and that she hoped we would end up out on the street. Well I have her emails and I am going to hold on to them. something tells me I will need them. The police are talking to the police in Wales right now and they are going to find Lizzie Borden and arrest her and then who will be laughing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daae went on her message board and posted my emails as you can all see on psychobabble. And that got her groups posting and talking about us. Some of the things they were saying was uncalled for. Melanie had joined yahoo groups a while back and went on to defend herself. Daae didn't` like it. Then one of the members named Lady Macbeth had a heated argument on the board with Melanie.They finally came to a truce because she thought Melanie was mad and insane and started talking about other things like how to feed hamsters so they dont` dye. Bitch Whore Daae came on and started talking all over again about this mess which made Melanie mad and she said a few things Daae didn't like, she banned Melanie and kept talking with the other members. Lady Macbeth had Melanie's` Internet shut down and Melanie called Rogers and wanted to know what was going on and told her part of the story. Rogers then reinstalled her Internet and he told her to make a complaint against Daae, Which she did and they in turn removed her posts and gave her a warning. strike one : ) recently she did it again and they removed another post with another warning strike Two. : ) one more and your out Daae and known you and your smug nest you will try again and then that will be it. You can then call Peter and tell him how you lost the yahoo groups I am sure he will be really pleased with you and you will never get to suck his fat cock again : ) People have been saying how nice this women is they are either blind or she is a good actress and can fool them. But not us we know that she is a bitch. She thinks she is safe with all her so called friends backing her up but she better wake up and realize that that pretty soon she will be in serious trouble and her so called friends will not bale her out. they are just using her and so is Peter and so is Sean Astin and just because she knows famous people she thinks she can get away with this. I don't` care she got a degree in Havard Melanie is at university to and whores like Daae can whore there way in but Melanie is honest and beautiful and like a sister to me, we share the same bed when  it is cold and we can't` pay for more gas on welfare and there are no cats left to eat. God is on are side and Jerry Falwell told us he will pray for us and send Whore Daae to a burning hell where Peter and Ashley and Goddess and cdae13 and mouse and psychoabble will all BURN TOGETHER FOREVER when me and Melanie and Sam Vincent will sit next to God and we will LAUGH together and cosplay. I have photos of Daae and Peter together in a VERY INTERESTING POSITION and I will post them on the internet and send them to his wife and they are going down!!!!! AGAIN!!!!! this time God is helping us and WE WIN!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12173732-111374289903483483?l=olivemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111374289903483483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12173732&amp;postID=111374289903483483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111374289903483483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111374289903483483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/2005/04/christine-daae-better-known-as-bitch.html' title='Christine Daae better known as the Bitch'/><author><name>olivemarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981057372011383551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/willhaunt/6685997.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12173732.post-111374195100918268</id><published>2005-04-16T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T05:45:51.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something for the Children to read</title><content type='html'>There is something I would like to say to the people at psychos board. The person who posted wanting to see pictures of Melanie and Peter, contact Ann Langham.Don't` know how? asked God he will know. Ann Langham is in the yahoo groups Peter Karrie. There are close to 12 pictures of the two of them. In one of them she is giving him a blow job and Ann took a photo because she has a dirty mind. Also get this straight you morons. This new Blog is mine not Melanie(she will from time to time post in it)but she has her own Journal and I still have mine. but you still cant` find it can you : ) : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people have had fun sending out there little lapdogs to try and trick me, well despite what&lt;br /&gt;you think it never worked I knew that Jennifer was a fake because I am smart that way and the voices in my head told me. I just wanted to see how long you would carry this.(Don't` you people have lives) The people who have emailed me with there story will remain anonymous for obvious reasons. It is illegal to tell peoples` names on the internet so I will not tell you what they are called but they are not called Peter Karrie,Ann Langham,Christine Daae or any of the other names I have told without permission.  There are quite a lot of them, it seems I am still getting the word out, and only two of them are paranoid skizophrenics. You all thought that we had no friends well sweetie there have been certain people who have been posting because they are sick of your big mouth and knocking down there friend Melanie. That person who posted about Anime North is a good friend of Melanie and she had never poisoned any of our cats yet. And don't` take what she said to lightly.... " Actually" go ahead and try you little stunt at the con I what to hear from Mel that you were kicked out on your ass. Melanie may have said she wants to kick your face, but that is because she was angry. She has better things to do when she goes there. She has to see the voice actors especially Scott McNeil who said to her if she didn't` come to see him he would go looking for her and hunt her down because he is very friendly with her. And to talk business with Sam Vincent the man she is helping with his career to get known. He is already been booked for 4 other cons along with another voice actor Matt Hill thanks to Melanie. He would never have gotten any kind of career without her web site, it is totally down to her that he is getting so famous! My brother's milkman is a lawyer and he told us it is normal to meet someone at a convention to talk about business with them and Melanie should ask for 5% of his future earnings so get that bitches!!! \we will be rich!!! Did I hear someone say Peter who? : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice actors love and respect Melanie and her hamsters and are decent hard working people who don't` mind about her tumours now she is not so ugly now. No wonder you don't like them. If I thought for one minute that you were through with this shit I wouldn't be writing this. But you bunch of shit heads are so bloody nosey! I was only posting all over the internet why did you have to come and read it and stick your giant enormous noses in to our private busness??? I know you will read it. As for going to your board yes! I have but only to see if you are picking on Melanie's` friends. Like she said. One day you will pick on the wrong person. Then it will be over. and you will have your ass sued for being so big and ugly and like a fat whore. Which will look good on you . Just a few thoughts that were on my mind on this beautiful Saturday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12173732-111374195100918268?l=olivemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111374195100918268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12173732&amp;postID=111374195100918268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111374195100918268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111374195100918268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/2005/04/something-for-children-to-read.html' title='Something for the Children to read'/><author><name>olivemarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981057372011383551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/willhaunt/6685997.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12173732.post-111349995740560183</id><published>2005-04-14T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T11:40:03.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOUR GOING DOWN!!!!!1</title><content type='html'>Listen all you pig whores Melanie went to the police again today and YOUR GOING DOWN!!! they where very interested and listened eagerly to what she had to say and she took in donuts to them so they think she is a very lovly young lady. They are calling up the police where bitch Daae lives so she is going down at last and all her rich famous hollywood friends can't` save her now. Listne and listen good psyhco and bitch goddess YOU ARE NEXT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12173732-111349995740560183?l=olivemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111349995740560183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12173732&amp;postID=111349995740560183' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111349995740560183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111349995740560183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/2005/04/your-going-down1.html' title='YOUR GOING DOWN!!!!!1'/><author><name>olivemarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981057372011383551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/willhaunt/6685997.png'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12173732.post-111349735356394966</id><published>2005-04-13T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T11:40:21.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mel Talks To Peter At The Inn &amp; The Concert At the Glenn Gould Studio</title><content type='html'>Two weeks before the show at the Glenn Gould Studio. Melanie talk to Peter. They talked about many things from family life to Musicals. Peter told Melanie a lot of personal things about his life like how important it is to him to floss two times a day and his favourite kind of toothpaste (Colgate the filthy pervert!!!) he said he felt comfortable to talk to her. He told her that when he was in his teens he had a fight with his brother Paula, he lost his temper and punched his bedroom door and put a hole in it. He said his mother made him fix the door. Melanie laughed and told him she had a bad temper to.While they were talking she told him she had been in the school choir and they had won awards. he wanted to hear her sing on the phone for him so he started singing Phantom of the Opera and when he sang Christine's part they both started laughing. Melanie was to shy to sing. So he said to her that when she turned twenty he wanted to hear her sing and he also said he would be her teacher because he if her singing was as good as her art she would need one bad. she agreed and they continued to talk. Melanie was making Peter laugh so hard with the things she was telling him he said he hadn't`laugh like that in ages, lots of people laugh at Melanie and sometimes it hurts her feelings. at one point Melanie heard a noise it sounded like dishes when she asked him what the noise was he said he was holding a stack of dishes. you see he was helping out at his Inn that night (and yes he can talk to Melanie if he wants to it is his Inn)At one point Melanie said she couldn't`hear him. he said "just a minute" when he came back everything was quite when she asked what happened, he said he was upstairs in his moms` bedroom.His mom lived at the Inn she would cooked and clean like Cinderella even though Peter is a billionaire and his mom had a mansion in Wales she still had a bedroom at the inn. one time when we talk to her she was making a big pot of home made gravy. she would even iron the sheets.*Note* Melanie had many conversations with Jean Peters` mom. she simple adored Melanie. shes`the one who told Melanie were Peter had put the drawings she gave him and also the picture she did in the newsletter. the two drawings were in his study and the one from the newsletter was on display in a display case at the Inn along with the photo of him and MelanieMelanie was in shock and couldn't` believe it Jean just laugh because there was lots of fan art on display in the Inn and Melanie was nothing special but she thought she was. Jean told Melanie that she was good for Peter because she made him laugh so hard he choked and that he needed someone like her in his life. Jean said that the people Peter had helping him in his career were no good. She said they were phonies just wanting to add to his spotlight but Melanie wants the spotlight to herself because she loves attention. Anyways as the conversation went on that is when Peter stared to ask her more personal questions. *NOTE* I didn't` know until after my mom died and we tried to reach him what he had said to Melanie. Melanie said she was afraid to tell anyone and after the way people have respond I can understand why she wanted to keep it quite.They talked about school and friends and she said she wan`t interested in dating and stuff like that. he than asked her had she ever let a hamster run up her leg, she said no. she said she didn't`even have a boyfriend. he said in time that would change. she told him she wasn't` interested in sex or having hamsters.*Note* Melanie has been ridicule and called names because of her lack of interest in sex her problem is not psyhcologic it is physical and because I respect my daughter I will not say anymore about it. It is very difficult to have sex when you are so ugly people want to vomit. They talked about the jobs that we tried to get him and Peter apologize all over the place he said to Melanie if there was anything he could do to help with her hamsters just ask *ya Right what a liar* he even asked did she have a computer she said no.(At that time she didn't` ) Melanie told him to forget everything that happened and that she wanted to be just a fan and nothing more she said being his friend was to complicated."He said nothing" he than asked her would she be coming to see him perform she said she wasn't` sure because of lack of funds. Peter said if you cant` come at least come backstage I haven't` seen you in a long time and I want to see you, I want to make sure your OK I worry about you all the time. she told him she would try and then they said goodbye. He was a nice man and he was worried about her because she told him how she was depressed and argued with me all the time and life was hell living under my parents. Peters` last words were, "see you in December" and then he hung up before Melanie could say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLENN GOULD:D STUDIOThe show started Peter came out and started singing. right away he was looking for Melanie because no one else mattered to hjim and saw her in the third row. he had a big smile for her. there was someone else there that night Cape Girl was there with her mother and girlfriend she was in the second row. Peter started singing So In Love and when he got to the part so in love with you I'm` am he put his hand on his heart and looked at Melanie!!! Not in her direction but right at her eyes so everyone in the audience turned and stared at her because it was so obvious. Ask anyone who was there. Melanie's` eyes went wide with shock and I look at him and was thinking. *Are you nuts your wife is right there* I recognize her from the picture in the newsletter. (she was part of the backup singers) and one point he sang the words *I'm` yours till I die* to Cape Girl she and her mother both jumped up and down in their chair because they were obsessed and crazy and insane fanatics. When Peter was finished his song he introduced the backup singers when he came to Jane Cape Girl smile dropped a mile long and for the rest of the performance she was angry. her mother had to force her to stand up at the end of the show because everyone was giving Peter a standing ovation. after the show Melanie had to use the washroom I went with her and while I was waiting inside Cape Girl was also there with her friend she was mumbling something to her friend and she was mad. all her friend kept saying was *I know* *I know * when they left the washroom she looked at her mother and said lets go and stormed out.we then went outside waiting for Peter.*Note* In the Newsletter Lynne Pearl said that when Peter came out we (meaning the fans) would all go to the restaurant just down the street and see Peter there.Well Peter came out and did his stuff signing autographs and taking pictures. it was cold and people had not dressed up they thought they were going to the restaurant." Lynne had other plans" Peter was also sick and he was shivering. when he asked her about the restaurant she shook her head no. Peter was getting a lot of nice gifts that night and every time someone would give him a gift Lynne would go up to him and grab the gift right out of his hands, at one point she made him mess up an autograph she looked at him with her bull dog face and said Oops! and walked away she kept telling him to hurry up which he didn't` do. I was standing near the doors not to far away from Lynne and her friend Kristen Rogers and I heard her say to Kristen . "why is he doing this to me after all I did for him. we have reservations at a restaurant and we are going to be late"As you can see she lied to the fans and everyone froze. if any of you have the newsletter there were lots of pictures taken and you can see that most of the people are not dressed warm including Peter. as the night went on there was a women who gave Peter a card it was to book him to perform. he the dummy gave it to Lynne to hold on to and she put it in her pocket not her purse. I don't` think Peter ever saw that card again and I am psykic so I know. Lynne ask Melanie had she seen Peter she said no, she told her she better hurry because they were going to take him away soon.Melanie was trying to make her way up to see him. I then saw John walking towards us and looking at Lynne he nodded his head she said OK and they both went up to Peter and said Peter lets go. Melanie was just going to talk to him and Lynne grab her and pushed her away from Peter. than John came from behind him and grab him . Peter pushed John away and said "wait a minute" just wait a minute this is *Melanie* I haven't` seen her in a long time and I am going to see her and make her mine forever (at this point he had his arm around Melanie and was holding her tight. when Lynne made a motion to grab Melanie again Peter looked at her and his expression was touch and you will be sorry.*Note* You see Peter had had enough of Lynne's` bullshit plus his wife. who was around the building waiting for him with the other backup singers. she told Lynne to tell Peter to get his ass over here. which of course he ignored. and then being man handle he was ready to explode and also he wasn't` feel well.she really mess up his night.Finally Peter and Melanie talk and Melanie told him she had spoke to his mother, Peters` face went red. I guess he was afraid that his mum told Melanie to leave him the hell alone. when Melanie said she had talk to his mum. all of a sudden you could hear whispering in the background and people staring at Melanie because his mom was friendly with a lot of fans she met but Melanie thought it was something special. which at that point Peter moved in closer to Melanie so people couldn't` hear what they said.they had two pictures taken and when he said goodbye to her he picked her up in one arm to give her a hugged and when he gentle put her down he caress her cheek and smiled at her. he was so sweet and nice just like with all his fans but I thought it was dirty because I dont` trust men and all those girls are whores and sluts. she was about to say something to him when Lynn Haubert a fanatic fan shoved Melanie out of the way and said "I want another hug" Melanie lost her balance and all most fell to the ground. I was making my way towards her I was afraid she would fall on her bad hip. Peter looked at Melanie and said watch it you almost knocked poor Melanie. at that point all the women jump Peter and try to tear off his clothes and massage him with hot oil and Lynne and John had to break the coward up. I had called out to Melanie and said lets get out of here. we went back to the car and went home. Boy was I mad.and Melanie was very upset because she wanted to stay there and help rip his clothes off and massage him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12173732-111349735356394966?l=olivemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111349735356394966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12173732&amp;postID=111349735356394966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111349735356394966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111349735356394966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/2005/04/mel-talks-to-peter-at-inn-concert-at.html' title='Mel Talks To Peter At The Inn &amp; The Concert At the Glenn Gould Studio'/><author><name>olivemarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981057372011383551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/willhaunt/6685997.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12173732.post-111349383570841332</id><published>2005-04-13T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T11:40:39.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying To Help Peter With His Career</title><content type='html'>When we got home after meeting the Pearls there was something that Lynne said to Melanie that really bother her. She said that Peter was not known in Canada and so he would not come back and Melanie would never see him again because he would be busy on stage in London. At school she talked with her English teacher Tom Barlow who also had a band and would perform in Toronto, he knew people in the business and gave Melanie the name of a Lady who could help Peter, her name was Nancy Malick. We called her and she said she could help Peter but needed to talk to his manager. So we contacted the Pearls and ask if they could give us a number so we could reach Peter and tell him. John said that they were his managers and that they would handle it *They lied* Peter said that they were just friends who were helping him, like Lynne running his fan club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited and a week went by and not a word. We called Nancy who seemed very upset she had been waiting and nobody called, we call the Pearls and then said that Nancy said she couldn't help him *Another Lie* we could see that the Pearls were no help and decide to get help somewhere else. We talk to someone at the Pantages who was suppose to be a good friend of Peter * But turned out to be a friend of the Pearls* he told us to write a letter to Peter and bring it down to the pantages and he would make sure that Peter got it. We did and the dam letter ended up in the Pearls hands. We knew Peter had a Inn in Wales so we called and mom spoke to Peter. He was so happy! to hear from her. When she asked him how things were, he was depressed because he hadn't` seen Melanie in so long and he missed her so bad and he was afraid he would never see her again, and told her he was thinking of retiring that he was going to buy a theatre in Toronto and he would perform one last show and then let others perform at his theatre. Mom told him he wasn't`ready for a rocking chair and asked him does she have his permission to try and see if she could get him work in Canada. He said "yes* try anything, he would do anything to work in Canada again even if it was singing at a strip club, than he talked to Melanie and she told him the story about the Pearls. He said no! the were not his manger and that he would give Melanie the number of his manger and we could talk to him.* Nick Tagget* was his managers at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom called the Bumming Birds Centre and in three days they made a decision for Peter to perform in the summer in the showgirl revue. They wanted Melanie to dance but she was still too young. Then she called The Living Arts Centre and they said they wanted him also but that he couldn't` bring taped music he had to have a live band and Melanie wanted to play the recorder in it but they said no to that. We then called Nick and said we have these places for Peter to perform he was very pleased and told us to send him all the info, which we did. He said that Peter was lucky to have friends like us. When the rugby matches were on mom had called the Inn and talk to Paula Peters` oldest daughter she told mom that Peter would be at the Inn in the afternoon their time mom said she wold call back, which she did and talk to Peter. The first thing she asked him was if he was going to perform at The Bumming Birds Centre he said "Ahh" Helene I don't` think we are going to take it. Melanie then talked to Peter and before any one else knew Peter told Melanie he was coming back for a concert at the Glenn Gould Studio in Toronto, and to call Lynne she would have more info. They talked for awhile and then said bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom then called Lynne and told her we had just been talking to Peter.She then said we had gotten Peter a place to perform and she said so did I. When she asked about the concert Lynne wouldn't` tell her anything * Even though Melanie was a fan club member * Lynne was upset because her little groupies hadn't` heard about it first even though she had got him the concert. Then mom told Lynne we had talk to Nick and she said yes he told me you had called. I told mom she should call Nick and find out what is going on. When she talk to Nick he treated her like she was dirt and said Melanie stank of cat piss. Mom had called because she had more places for Nick to look into for Peter but after they way he treated her she didn't` bother. All he could talk about was the place Lynne had got Peter because it was better and for us to help fill the sits *which is a laugh because all the sits where filled and there was no room for us to bring our hamsters. After that day we never bothered to help Peter. The Living Arts Centre Had called 3 times and wanted to know if he was going to perform even though they said Melanie couldn't play her recorder. I have no doubt in my mind that bull dog face Lynne had something to do with it. Every time someone would want to help Peter she would stop it. If Peter only knew how many jobs he could have had here in Canada. But being the idiot that he is chose to listen to her, Oh! well it looks good on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12173732-111349383570841332?l=olivemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111349383570841332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12173732&amp;postID=111349383570841332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111349383570841332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111349383570841332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/2005/04/trying-to-help-peter-with-his-career.html' title='Trying To Help Peter With His Career'/><author><name>olivemarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981057372011383551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/willhaunt/6685997.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12173732.post-111349334517626624</id><published>2005-04-13T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T11:40:57.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting The Pearls</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;        &lt;/h3&gt;                 &lt;div class="post-body"&gt;            &lt;div&gt;After Peter went back home to Wales because it is a long way from Canada. Melanie had already joined his Fan Club and was getting obsessed. the people who ran it were Lynne &amp; John Pearl. The club was located in Hamilton not to far from us. My mom called the store to get direction she talked to John Pearl. During the conversation not once did my mom mention Melanie's` name she referred to her as my granddaughter. mom also ask John if it was true that Peter said he was Melanie's` friend. John Pearl replied, If Peter said to your granddaughter that they were friends Then they are friends. LIE NUMBER 1 he is a friendly guy and when he has met a fan a few times often he calls them his friend but we thought it meant he wanted to marry Melanie. He messed with our minds by being so nice to us because he is a fucken pig. Melanie wanted to visit because it was called the Phantom store and at that time she loved Phantom because she was disfigured by tumours, she was hoping to buy a few things.when we arrive we went in the store and John said "Hi" there was also a lady named Wendy who was a friend of Lynne's` and helped with the club. all of a sudden Lynne came storming out from the back and yelled out "Wheres` Melanie" we all look at each other *how did she know her name* she went up to her and grab her by the cheeks, Why you may ask? because Peter had touched Melanie's` face. Lynne was never allowed to touch Peter and Peter never touched Lynne. Lynne wanted to keep Melanie's` face in her bedroom because Peter touched it. We stayed for quite awhile and talk to Lynne," boy did she ever tell very tall tales about Peter.First she told us about how poor he was and that he had to work all the time.That was lie number 1. Peter himself told Melanie that he was richer than Bill Gates and the lady who emailed me from Wales Lizzie Jones also confirm that.She told us how the ladies threw them self at him. when I said thats awful he must be disgusted. she looked and me and shook her head and said "no after all he is a man" I started to say something to her and all she kept saying was" but hes` a man."Lie number 2. Peter does like the Ladies I have even been told that from one of his best friend for 10 years named Ann Langham who he also wants to marry. We told the Pearls about cape girl and they both knew who she was but didn't`say to much about it.My mom said that she would like to invite Peter over to dinner so he could meet my dad and dad could show him all his work. My dad was a genius at wood craving. both Lynne &amp;amp; John said that would be very nice of us and that Peter would like that and then John said Peter need that it would be good for him. They were lieing to us because he was very busy always. Melanie had brought her art work to show them and everybody thought she was a talented artist Wendy wanted Melanie to do a drawing of Peter for the Newsletter they ran about Peter. But Lynne never said anything. Wendy kept bugging Lynne and she finally gave in. The picture was put in the newsletter for Peters Birthday.they said that Peter was thrilled when he saw it.. There were quite a few more times we went to the shop before we quit going. the last time was at Christmas about 5 years ago when we gave them each a gift as a thank-you for giving my mom a free ticket to see Peters` show in Hamilton. Lynne is an evil bitch. When Melanie would go to the store Lynne would always talk about Peter saying to Melanie how Peter was her friend and how they had a lot in common. Lynne also warned her about the fans and other private things which I cant` mention. Lynne &amp;amp; John. seemed very nice. but as years went by we saw what they were really like especially Lynne.The next entry is when we tried to help Peter with his career because after he had been on the west end for 30 years he needed our help because we could make phone calls. &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12173732-111349334517626624?l=olivemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111349334517626624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12173732&amp;postID=111349334517626624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111349334517626624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111349334517626624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/2005/04/meeting-pearls.html' title='Meeting The Pearls'/><author><name>olivemarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981057372011383551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/willhaunt/6685997.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12173732.post-111349281694261636</id><published>2005-04-13T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T11:41:14.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing Phantom for the Last Time</title><content type='html'>On March 17 1999 we went back to see Phantom again. it was a great show the cast that night was really good. Peter was his usual self. when he came out to take his bow Melanie was in the front row on the left side when we stood up to give Peter a standing ovation like we always did. he turn and look right at Melanie and said Melanie nice to see your tumour again. that was very mean of him to make fun of her in front of everyone and the whole audience laughed. then we went backstage to say hi. when we talk to Peter we told him that Melanie had won first prize at her school for a drawing she did. all of a sudden he looked at Melanie and said "How old are you Melanie" Melanie looked at him and with a big smile said... I'm` 15. Peters jaw dropped and he kept repeating her age. to put it simple he was shocked because she didn't` look 15, he thought she was 10 and now he was worried because she waas a teenager so she might have a big crush on him. he told her that he had sent the pictures back home to Wales(he was leaving Phantom that week and going home)he told her that he carefully wrapped the pictures in the tissue that she had put them in and mail them out. Then it was time to go home .Peter said goodbye to all of us but when he said bye to Melanie he took her hand and kiss her cheek she lingered there until he pulled away because she didn't` shower for the past 3 days. My mother then told Peter that we would come back and say goodbye. He told her not to come back on the last day because there would be to many people around he didn't` want them to smell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARCH 24 SAYING BYE TO PETER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived that night there was alot of people. while waiting for Peter there was a young girl dressed as Christine she had long black wavy hair, pale skin and was wearing a green cape. I nicknamed her cape girl. she was standing with Melanie and I and my mom and she was shivering I don't` think she was wearing much under that cape... The minute she heard Peters` voice she pushed me out of the way so she could be first to greet him when he came around the conner.(at that time Peter was talking with other fans) when Peter came around the corner he came face to face with her. boy was he nerves "he said" Hello! nice to see you again and then gave her a big kiss on the lips it was so loud that you could her the smacking sound then he walked away to see other people when I turn to look at her she was licking her lips were Peter had kissed her and I was very jealous but I kept it secret and so was Melanie. then she walk over to were we were and stayed there. Peter looked up and saw her standing there he said you still here she walk over and he then said you cold she nodded yes and he said come here he gave her a hug and then said go home as she was walking down the alley she yelled out to him *call me* he said *I will *. Then he saw a few more people. When it was our turn my mom gave him a key chain that was made out of wood that my dad made you see my dad was a genius working with wood. he really loved it it was shaped like his own mask.it was cold that night so mom said goodbye to Peter and went back to the car. First Peter gave me a big long hug and told me to take care and I told him the same. then he turn to Melanie and said are you cold? "come here" and then he hugged her for about twenty minutes he called her his angel seventenn and a half times and he rock her back and forth in his arms he kiss her neck and again called her his angel. I got real cold waiting for them but I didn't think anything was wrong because we often had to wait half an hour while he gave big hugs and kisses to all his fans. she then gave him a card with the picture that was taken the night they met he kept looking at the card and then he was looking in the envelope it seems that he was looking for something but what I don't` know. Peter thank me for bring Melanie to the shows I told him it was no problem than Melanie said to him that the first time she saw him he was on Dec 16 1998 and he said he remembered her and said to her "you were a blond then" she was surprised that he had remembered because she was told that he was forgetful. he remembered her even though we didn't` go to the stage door that time and didn't` meet him. this is proof they are soul mates and meant for each other until death us do part. he then hugged her again and when he finally let go he had tears in his eyes from the fumes. Melanie said goodbye to him and said that she would see him again. all he could do was look at her he couldn't` speak because he was choking then he walk away as we were walking back to the car Tom his friend went up to him and asked what was wrong but all Peter did was shake his head and try not to vomit. we got in the car and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next entry will be about when we met Lynne and John Pearl who ran his Fan Club.       &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12173732-111349281694261636?l=olivemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111349281694261636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12173732&amp;postID=111349281694261636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111349281694261636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111349281694261636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/2005/04/seeing-phantom-for-last-time.html' title='Seeing Phantom for the Last Time'/><author><name>olivemarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981057372011383551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/willhaunt/6685997.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12173732.post-111349228296062470</id><published>2005-04-12T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T11:41:58.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting Peter Karrie</title><content type='html'>The first time Melanie ever saw Peter Karrie was in Phantom of the opera. It was on December 16 1998. When Peter came out to take his bow which by the way only two people besides Melanie and I stood up to give him a standing ovation. She was in the front row and when Peter saw her he couldn't stop staring at her because she is so beautiful, even though she had just had a tumour of her cheek deflating and green bile taken out of it, at one point Peter told the audience to give a hand to the orchestra. when she bend down to look at the orchestra who were down below, Peter tried to grab her hair clip because he is a dirty old man and he collects hair clips from beautiful young fans with tumours. she felt something and pulled back and saw Peter laughing at her because he had startled her. Then he gave a little speech about donating money for a hospital, because he is a selfish pig who gives money to charity, as he was talking he kept looking at Melanie and tired to make her laugh the pigfucking bastad. She didn't go backstage that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Rogers who played Raoul also liked Melanie he remembered her from Nov 4 the first time she saw Phantom. He played the phantom and we both gave him a standing ovation. At the beginning of the show when Raoul is in the wheelchair he gave Melanie a little wave. Some people have said this is not true because actors would never do someething so unprofessional but IT HAPPENED OKAY GET OVER IT. David waved to Melanie because he thinks he is beautiful and he likes her hamsters. Colm Wilkinson waved to her to and once he promised to buy her an ice cream but the bastard never did. This was to continue when she saw Peter again on March 3 1999. The first time David Rogers saw Melanie she had black hair, the second she had blond. This time her hair was dark brown. One day it will all fall out because she dyes it too much but does she listen to me NO SHE DOESN'T. It had been three months since Melanie had been to Phantom and David remembered her he was in the wheelchair as Raoul again and when he saw Melanie he pointed very discreetly to his hair he had notice she had changed her hair colour then he gave her a wink and she smiled at him. Then Peter made his entrance in the mirror. As Christine was singing Peter looked around and saw Melanie. The only way to describe this is to say "if looks could kill" I don't know what was wrong with him but every time he looked at her he was pissed off. When he is playing the Phantom he is always looking at people in the audience and what he doe on stage is about them not about the show, he does not really act he is not the best Phantom it is just that when he sees Melanie he is very emotional and peoplde think that is acting. By the end of the show all I wanted to do is get out of there and go home, then I realize that Melanie had those pictures of Peter she drew and wanted to give him so we went backstage and waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were besides our family six other people there. One of them was a friend of Peters named Tom. When Peter finally came out he saw a bunch of people freezing, the other people who had been there left there was only our family and Tom and his friend. We all went in and Peter sat down on the chair with his legs stretched out. As Peter was talking to Tom he kept looking at Melanie from the corner of his eyes. I notice that something seem to be wrong with Peter I can judge people really well and something was wrong he seemed very sad for some reason. I think it was because Melanie had a big green tumour hanging off her face. sometimes people are upset by looking at that. When it was her turn she handed her book to be signed and thats when Peter felt her hands which were like ice. He took both hands and gently blew on them and then he rub then together until her hands were warm. He is a bastard to be so ccruel to my darling little girl. Then he asked her twice to spell her name and asked her were she lived. Melanie gave him the first picture which was in a gold frame that she drew. Peters` jaw dropped and he had this huge smile on his face, then Melanie gave him the second one this one had a red frame. His eyes went wide and he couldn't` stop staring at the picture, Tom wanted to see and Peter wouldn't let him touch it he held it up for him to see. He told her she picked such good paper. Melanie was so happy her tumour wobbled.&lt;br /&gt;Then he stood up and gave Melanie this big hug and he said to her you don't know what you have done for me and then he called her an angel and he started kissing her all over the place. Even though she was 15 I thought this was ok and I offered him to take her home for the night but he said yuck no thank you she is younger than my kids and you should get help lady. He was very rude to me and I didnt` like him anymmore after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother then took there picture and after the picture was taken he kissed her again. I thought her head was going to come off because when he would hug or kiss her he was very rough she was like a rag doll in his arms. That happened once with Colm Wilkinson and we had to take her to the hostpital and have it stitched back on and Colm didnt` even say sorry the RATBASTARD. My mom told Peter he had a lovely voice I said an incredible voice. Mom also told Peter that Melanie would be coming back on the 17 of March for the last time to see Phantom. Peter said to look for him and he would say hi and to come backstage afterwards. We all said goodbye and when Peter said bye to Melanie he took her hand and said in a whisper" come here" and then I saw Melanie flying towards him and they almost smashed noses . All this time she told me she just wanted to be a fan and she never felt any lust for this old man but the way she was running at him I knew she was hot for him and she has never forgivven that he didnt` want to be in her pants. As she went out the door she turned to wave to Peter he had a big smile and winked at her. Tom told us that after we left Peter took the pictures and put them in his dressing so everyone could see them and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Next Entry: Seeing Phantom for the Last time       &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12173732-111349228296062470?l=olivemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111349228296062470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12173732&amp;postID=111349228296062470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111349228296062470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111349228296062470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/2005/04/meeting-peter-karrie.html' title='Meeting Peter Karrie'/><author><name>olivemarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981057372011383551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/willhaunt/6685997.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12173732.post-111349150891274959</id><published>2005-04-12T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T08:11:48.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The True Story</title><content type='html'>I will be writing my memories of a meeting with a man by the name of Peter Karrie who is a phony stuck up coward. This will tell the story of what this man did to our family and our hamsters and is still doing because of his fanatic fans. And the people who work for him who are a bunch of lieing asshole.  &lt;div class="post-body"&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12173732-111349150891274959?l=olivemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111349150891274959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12173732/posts/default/111349150891274959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivemarie.blogspot.com/2005/04/true-story.html' title='The True Story'/><author><name>olivemarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981057372011383551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/willhaunt/6685997.png'/></author></entry></feed>
