Whee! Tomorrow's the big day and I'm outta here! Oops - Where is that damn guard? Am trying to write things down for my book, but my other attorney, what's his name? Oh yeah, Greene. He says I have to look like I'm tired, or nuts, or something. Those Morgan and Morgan assholes want to ask me some questions about some lawsuit against me. Like I'd talk without getting paid. Damn, I just dropped nacho dip on the paper - no, it's okay, I just licked it off.
Wow, there really IS someone named Zenaida Fernandez Gonzales. She's actually trying to say I ruined her life because I made up that whole Zanny the Nanny thing when people were looking for the kid. I don't know why she didn't just try to make some money off a TV interview, or something. She should be happy I gave her the chance to be a little bit famous, or something. I mean, Jose would've made sure we got a cut , for sure, but still. Instead they think they think they're gonna get money from me. Have fun waiting till October - sucks to be her! That dip was good.
I'm eating lots of food now. All these men have been sending me money and I didn't even have to sleep with them to get it. They write the funniest letters, some of them. Like, they say they want to marry me and that'll never happen. It's not like they sent me that much money to get me to pay attention to any of them. Men are stupid.
Did I sleep with that guy in South Carolina? That dumb jailbird - he's saying he's Caylee's father and wants a DNA test. Like I'm gonna remember all the guys I've slept with! And that nutcase up north...now she's trying to say her son was Caylee's father. They all just want attention. Who are these losers? I'm the one who's famous here. These spicy peanuts are good.
Jose is a jerk. He tells me I have to lay off the snacks because the camera adds 10 pounds. But he's not the one that ate bologna sandwiches for almost three whole years! He did bring me a really tight shirt, finally, to wear when I leave here. Then he tells me there's only gonna be three journalists around when I get out. Geez, why bother? I got really mad at first, but I felt better when Jose promised the picture of me leaving will be shown everywhere, so that's okay. And I got some new eyeliner, so I know I'll look hot. But I'm still having trouble drawing my eyebrows on right. And I don't think the pants I'm going to wear are tight enough, either.
Looks like Mason wimped out on me staying with him once I'm free. His wife probably felt threatened by me...who does he think he's fooling? He acts all tough, but is probably whipped. Mason and Dorothy have been on TV saying they're worried about my safety when I get out. But Dorothy pissed me off when she was on Joy Behar the other night. She actually wouldn't answer that heffer (I don't think I spelled that right) about letting me babysit! I don't like babysitting, so I wouldn't have done it. But it was like she was trying to make me look bad. Her hair looked pretty good for a change, though. She really had that Brillo pad thing going on during the trial.
Jose says people are still really mad about the verdict. I told him not to use that backlash word again with me (I finally found out what it means - ha!). I told him I was really mad that some of those jurors had talked to the media. Shouldn't I get some of the money they were paid? Jose said one of them was really dumb. The foreman talked to some woman named Greta for free. Asshole. And the other one got a trip to Disney. Ewww...too close to Universal, and we know what a problem Universal is for me. One of them actually hired a publicist to try to get a lot of money to talk, but he won't get any money now. People are only interested in me.
Some guy named Al says I'll get $1 mil if I do an interview with him. Jose says he doesn't know if that's a good idea. He says the guy is going to ask tough questions. I told Jose not to worry. I don't ever have to tell the truth to anyone ever again. Not that I did before. Geez, hasn't he learned anything from me? He's still going to get some money, no matter what I say. And I can say or do anything I want. Somebody will pay me.
Heard mom went to talk to a financial guy the other day. Who gave her money? What has she done? See, I knew she was going to try to cash in on me being famous. So what if she lied for me? That money should be mine. I guess that's how they got that red jeep. Hope it didn't get scratched when that thing happened with them at Home Depot.
But, wow. What a lot of bloodsuckers are out there. That guy from the search company - Tim something - just filed a lawsuit against me. I didn't ask him to search for the little snothead. So what if other families had missing kids? He's trying to say it's my fault that he couldn't help them. He should be suing mom and dad.
Jose also said that the cowboy wants to sue me, too. Take a number! What's his name? Oh, yeah - Padilla. Jose and I had a good laugh about that. He says we both knew the kid was dead and wasted his time.
Yeah, leaving town is probably a good idea for now. No one can ask me questions or get any of the money I'm going to make if I'm not here in Florida. Jose's a great guy - he says it's going to be a surprise for me - where I'm going once I get out. All I need to know is where's the closest Target, and who's got some checks lying around. The money in my account here isn't going to go very far.
Here comes dinner! I ordered the premium chicken breasts for tonight, to celebrate. Yum. After dinner I'm gonna practice drawing my eyebrows on again. Then I'm gonna work on a design for a new tattoo. Bella Vita!
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