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Monday, July 20, 2009 

Current mood:  disappointed
E-mail that I sent to Britain's Sunday Mirror on Saturday, July 18, 2009 entitled, "BIOLOGICAL MOTHER OF ALL 3 JACKSON CHILDREN"

LEGAL NAME: CLAIRE ELISABETH FIELDS CRUISE
LEGAL MARRIED NAME: CLAIRE ELISABETH JACKSON
 
Dear Sunday Mirror,
 
I happened to notice that Tito Jackson just did an interview with you in which he claimed that Michael Jackson is the biological father of all 3 of his children.  Although this is not the case, I am the biological mother of all 3 of Michael Jackson's children: Prince, Paris and Blanket.
 
Tito personally knows that I contacted the Jackson Family PR person, Ken Sunshine, on Wednesday, 8 July 2009 after I had successfully facsimile-filed a Family Law action (case number BF037066) at LA Superior Court on Monday, 6 July 2009 (forwarded e-mail attached, below).
 
When Judge Mitchell Beckloff then responded by delaying the guardianship hearing by yet another week, I rushed to send in my PETITION FOR TERMINATION OF GUARDIANSHIP on Monday morning, 13 July 2009, to LA Superior Court (same case number as Katherine Jackson's Guardianship paperwork: BP117319).  As I could no longer afford to fax paperwork, I was forced to send this Petition by Priority Mail with Delivery Confirmation.  Finally was it confirmed that my paperwork was delivered to the the LA Superior Courthouse on 111 N. Hill Street just yesterday morning, Friday, 17 July 2009.  And, once again, Judge Beckloff has delayed the guardianship hearing, this time until August 3, 2009.
 
It is my suspicion that Tito must be cueing me to contact your organization.  Michael Jackson told his entire family all about me; for decades already have they been eagerly awaiting the time when "PYT" would reveal herself to the world.
 
Perhaps it is only a British tabloid that can properly disseminate the earth-shaking truth about Michael Jackson and his three children?!
 
Please keep in mind that not only am I the biological of all three Jackson children, I am also still LEGALLY married to Michael Jackson (by now the Jackson family has definitely confirmed this by retrieving our marriage certificate in Princeton, New Jersey).  I also am engaged to Blanket's biological father: my high school sweetheart, Christopher Joseph Caputo of Fortress Group, Inc./Fortress Investment in New York, NY.
 
AND, the biological father of Prince and Paris is my former winemaker boyfriend, Cyril Rouhaut of the south west of France.
 
I know how much Tito may want to believe that Michael is the biological father of all these children, especially Blanket.  The familiar look in Blanket's eye may be due to the fact that Michael Jackson and my fiance, Italian Chris Caputo, have a common ancestor.   
 
However, Connor Cruise is Michael's biological son whom I personally conceived in 1991.  And Michael knew this when he allowed Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman to adopt him some 14 years ago.  In Florida.
 
At the time of my e-mail to Ken Sunshine (see below), I had not yet realized, remembered or received confirmation that Cyril's and my last embryo was swapped for one of Chris's and mine.  Initially I was told that Cyril would become the biological father of all 3 Jackson children.  But then it was decided that I should be the only biological parent of all 3 children.
 
Debbie Rowe is a surrogate mother, and paid very well for her services.
 
I, on the other hand, have never been paid even one penny for what my body naturally created (nor did I ever so selflessly donate my eggs to science).  Thus, I will not be able to get to LA until early September. 
 
Furthermore, because I am the organizer for Princeton High School Class of 1984's 25th year reunion (to be held at Nassau Inn on Saturday night, 28 November, 2009), I have to personally pay $500.00 on 3 August, 2009 to secure our reunion location.
 
I will not let my classmates down.
 
So, if you are at all interested in this huge world exclusive, I'd appreciate you paying me the maximum amount possible so that I can make the guardianship hearing on 3 August, 2009.
 
Thank you ever so much,
Claire     

Thursday, July 16, 2009 
Okay, I have been avoiding this one.  I'm hungry and I really don't feel like writing this right now.  But it is important that I address this issue, however briefly, right now.

MY high school sweetheart/MY OFFICIAL fiance, Chris Caputo, and I are very angry at the behavior of my very "best friend" in high school, Susan Taylor Shellenbarger.

Needless to say, so is Ross, a.k.a. Bill Harris (please refer to my profile for more information).

Susan is a married woman with two children, married to her husband, Zane, since 1990.  It was while Susan was a freshman at the University of Delaware in 1984 that Susan met Zane at his fraternity party at Cornell. 

That's how long these two have been together.

But, for some reason, Susan can't seem to keep her mind off MY high school sweetheart/MY OFFICIAL fiance, Chris Caputo.

Okay, world: Susan Taylor Shellenbarger began fucking MY Chris Caputo on the side in May of 1984, right after the guy I set her up with, Bruce Alan Williamson, so coldly dumped her right before the Lawrenceville School prom.

I'm quite sure that Susan was absolutely positive that Chris was then going to dump me so she could go to the prom with him.

HOWEVER, both Susan and I met Chris Caputo at the very same time: the night of October 30, 1982.  It was I who had received the call from my former romantic love interest, Eric Postel of the Lawrenceville, someone who had suddenly become interested in me again.

There was a Halloween dance at PDS that Eric wanted me to go to.  He also wanted me to bring along some other cute girls for the boys we all were to go with.  When I asked him if any of the boys were also cute, Eric told me that, yes, one was cute.

Cute boy's name: Chris Caputo.

Assuming that Eric was clear on the fact that he and I were no longer an item, I agreed to go and bring some of my cute girlfriends.

These girlfriends: my very best friend in high school, Susan Taylor, and her 25-year-old sister, Frances: a professional model.

All of us showed up as directed to Bruce Alan Williamson's house in Lawrenceville, NJ, us girls all dressed up as gypsies.

Eventually, cute boy Chris showed up wearing prison attire, interestingly enough.

I don't know if it was the name, Eric, or what, but somehow Susan got it in her head that I would be hooking up with Eric Postel and she would be able to get with the cute boy who ever so slightly resembled the guy she lost her virginity to: Eric Panitz.

Yeah, Chris is dark just like Susan's Eric Panitz.  The only difference is that Chris is cute and Eric is not.

[ERIC PANITZ, IF YOU ARE READING THIS, PLEEEEAAAASE DO CONTACT SUSAN TAYLOR SHELLENBARGER WITHOUT DELAY, PLEASE!]

The fact of the matter is that Chris Caputo IS NOT Eric Panitz and never will Chris Caputo be Eric Panitz. 

Nonetheless, the fact that Chris did ever so slightly resemble Eric Panitz was the very first thing that came out of Susan's mouth when she and I first set eyes on Chris.

Okay, it wasn't exactly the first time I had ever set eyes on Chris.  But neither Chris nor I knew this on the night of October 30, 1982.

Of course Chris instantly gravitated towards ME, and after he confirmed with me the fact that I was NOT dating Eric Postel (as Eric had so erroneously claimed to all of his friends), Chris then asked ME to dance once we were at PDS.  It was merely out of courtesy to Eric that the very polite Chris had not dared to ask me to dance at first.

At the end of the night, Chris was kissing ME goodnight and asking for MY number.  And he didn't waste any time calling me to ask me to be his girlfriend, either.

It was love at first sight.  Always have we been so in love.

Realizing that Susan was so very disappointed, as usual, I quickly went to work setting her up with one of Chris's friends so we could all double-date.  I had tried doing the very same thing while I was dating Scott Silberlust during my sophomore year of high school, but, sadly, it didn't go very well for Susan.

So I figured it was time to try again.

Since Susan was my very best friend, Chris chose his very best friend, Bruce Williamson.  But, for some reason, Bruce wasn't interested in Susan.

It was such a mystery.  I thought Susan was such a great catch for Bruce, so I just couldn't understand what his problem was.

But finally did Bruce submit like a good boy, and the four of us had such a blast double-dating for a while there.  I have to say that the times we shared had to be one of the best times I have ever had in all my life... so far. 

Anyway, at some point, I noticed that Chris was starting to check Susan out.  I pointed this out to him and happened to mention that she is a little slutty when it comes to guys.

Simultaneous to this, I had no idea that Ross had gotten Chris involved in wild sex parties in his hometown of Yardley.  This is why I had no idea that the little slut reference would actually turn Chris on to Susan. 

Meanwhile, Bruce decided to test Susan to see if what he had heard from Chris was the truth.  When he found out that it was, that's when Bruce so coldly dumped Susan in time for his prom.

Needless to say, I was horrified and shocked by Bruce's rude behavior.  As I complained to Chris over the phone one night, this is when Chris told me that he also felt sorry for poor Susan and that he was going to call Susan to "talk with her."

Ahh, what a nice boyfriend I have, is what I thought.

When Chris then called me to inform me that he had talked with Susan in the back of his VW bug, I nearly flipped.  I had understood that he was going to talk with her over the phone.  Of course I didn't dare to think that anything sexual could have ever occurred between the two of them.  Susan was my very best friend, she would never do something like that!

But that's how it started.

After I had expressed my disapproval over what he had done with Susan, Chris then cut-off Susan and began seeing more of Shelley in Yardley who took sex drugs to participate in all the wild sex orgies Chris liked so much.

Of course Chris and I went together to both of our proms with Bruce even accompanying us at the one held at the Lawrenceville School.

After the prom, Chris was pressured by his mother to officially break up with me so Chris could begin dating Shelley.  I was crushed.  It took most of the summer for Chris to achieve such a break-up with me.

But it didn't stick.

In September, I was the girl Chris invited to his fraternity bash at Colgate University.  To my great disappointment, over winter break, Chris's mother wouldn't allow Chris to see anyone but Shelley.  Finally did Chris manage to sneak over to Princeton to see me in early 1984, just prior to my move to New York City in March.

It was in March that I found out what Chris had been doing with Susan.  I already knew all about Shelley.

And wouldn't you know it, Shelley would also end up attending the University of Delaware in 1984, just like Susan and, eventually, just like Chris's younger brother, Phil.

For Chris, everything was in one spot: Newark, DE.

And then I got married in 1985.

This caused Chris to dump Shelley for good in the fall of 1985.  This was a great relief to me when I heard about it, but of course I went right back into denial about Chris and Susan.  I had no idea what they were doing for years and years.

Okay, I knew that Susan was messing around for years and years with a Chris who had a girlfriend he was always calling the name of around Susan.  Susan absolutely detested being called by that girlfriend's name, and she always told me so. 

As Susan explained it to me, this Chris was not MY Chris, but a different Chris. This is the way that Susan was able to freely tell me and everyone around us all the stories of her and Chris... while everyone around us nervously smiled their uncomfortable smiles.

There was one person who felt especially sorry for me.  This was Susan's older sister, Frances Taylor.

Frances also met Chris Caputo when Susan and I did.  And she knew that Chris had chosen ME.

Perhaps this was on her mind when the then married Frances allowed Bill Harris to set her up with Chris Caputo in 1996.

And this is why Frances is the woman who got to give birth to the embryo that Chris and I conceived just prior to my move to NYC in March of 1984.  A daughter who far darker than Frances or Frances' now ex-husband.

In early 1984, Frances was already living in NYC while managing Elite models for John Casablancas. 

And, Susan, that's how it started for Frances and Chris Caputo. 

Wednesday, July 15, 2009 
Okay, okay... MY OFFICIAL fiance, Chris Caputo, has been after me all night to post that Tony Roma dumped Jessica Simpson on his 44th birthday (7/9).

By telepathy.

I have only a few minutes left in this computer lab, but I am absolutely sure the reason that Jessica does not seem to be very depressed about this is due to the fact that she hopes that maybe she and Chris will get back together. 

The break-up happened on Chris's birthday, after all.

Jessica lost her virginity to Chris sometime around 1996, right after Chris had visited David's and my house in Santa Monica, CA.

Chris and I are still OFFICIALLY engaged to wed.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009 

Current mood:  mellow
Like I said, I have updated my profile if you want a few more details about how MY OFFICIAL fiance, Chris Caputo, and I conceived Blanket Prince Michael Jackson, II.

I have to admit that it has taken a little while to visually take in Blanket.  It is clear that he is not used to being fully revealed in a public setting as he tends to hide behind the people he stands near to.

But thanks to the number of new photos widely on display on all newsstands, I have been able to more carefully examine Blanket to notice that his hair and eyes are darker than those of my former boyfriend, Cyril Rouhaut.

As I examined him, the person Blanket seemed to most resemble is MY OFFICIAL fiance, Chris Caputo.

Thinking about it, I gradually realized that this would be what Ross would do: swap one of Cyril's and my embryos for one of Chris's and my embryos. 

It has been in the last day or so that I have begun to remember Ross telling me in 1984 and 1994 that he would do just that.  Ross did this so that Cyril would have the opportunity to raise one of our children in his native France.  From the time I met Cyril, this has been his dream.

Ross also explained to me that he wanted to make sure that I was the only sole biological parent of all three of Michael's children. 
 
Recently, the fact that Blanket is Chris's biological son, not Cyril's, was indirectly confirmed to me through a third party.

So, to be clear:

The biological father of both Prince Michael Joseph Jackson, Jr. and Paris-Michael Katherine Jackson is Cyril Rouhaut of France. 

The biological father of Blanket Michael Jackson, II is MY OFFICIAL fiance, Christopher Joseph Caputo of New York, NY.

I am the sole biological mother of all three Jackson children. 

Tuesday, July 14, 2009 

Current mood:  fermented
Just to let everyone know, I have edited a great deal of what is posted at my myspace profile to include a lot of new information as I have been remembering it.  Please understand that the memory process is very tedious and time consuming while recovering once "lost" information.

This explains why my life has not allowed me to work for a paycheck like everyone else. 

First of all, I ALREADY HAVE a "paycheck," if only those corrupt few "in control" of it would only hand it over to it's sole, legal, rightful owner: ME.

There is just no price that could be put on all that I do on a daily basis.  Because I am what is known as a savant, the details that fill my meticulous memory banks are staggering.  But unlike most other savants, i.e. Rainman, I do not have any disability whatsoever.  The genius brain I would have been born with had my mother not habitually drank hard liquor and allowed Stanford doctors to routinely inject her with heroin during pregnancy would not be nearly as advanced as my savant brain is.

Due to all the adversities I had to contend with inside AND OUTSIDE my mother's womb, my genius brain over-developed in its desperate effort to compensate for what damage was done to it.  Technically, a savant brain is injured, but in all the areas of my brain that aren't as over-developed, I have always routinely fallen within the normal range.  

What this means is that my brain is far more advanced than it would have been had I been born to a healthy, drug and alcohol free mother.

My brain does things I don't even understand.  For instance, just yesterday as I was slapping all my pennies onto the counter at my local post office to send out my PETITION FOR TERMINATION OF GUARDIANSHIP by Priority Mail, complete with Delivery Confirmation, I discovered that I had randomly slapped down the exact amount of coins that was required.  I had a few other pennies still inside my purse, but, somehow, I had mysteriously grabbed the exact amount and combination of coins that I needed, completely at random.

However, it took quite a while to count all my many coins to confirm such a mystery.  At first, it did not appear to me or the postal worker behind the counter that I had enough for Delivery Confirmation... but, to both our amazement, I had randomly slapped the exact amount right onto the counter.

That happens to me a lot.

Oh, but that's just a little thing.  There are so many other more vital things I do with my savant brain on a daily basis that I won't get into right now.

Okay, so, yes, I finally sent out my PETITION FOR TERMINATION OF GUARDIANSHIP paperwork.  This is what should finally get me onto the god damn news.  The court reported that it was BOTH Katherine Jackson's and Debbie Rowe's lawyers who had asked Judge Beckloff for yet another week extension, but the truth is that it was the Jackson lawyers and ME who sought and obtained this additional delay.  Rowe's lawyer really drove this point home when he reiterated that Rowe had absolutely no interest in any kind of settlement and that it is misinformation that Rowe and Katherine Jackson are seeking any kind of settlement.

What is clear is that Debbie Rowe has absolutely no idea that I exist.

I suppose, as a society, we are still quite naive when it comes to embryonic technologies.  I mean, a surrogate mother is a surrogate mother.  Why on earth would any individual or couple who employs the services of a surrogate mother also make her the biological mother of their child?  The whole point of surrogacy is that the person is merely a vessel.  Prior to Michael's death, Debbie Rowe extensively spoke of her role in just this manner.  

So how could a judge have ever ruled Debbie Rowe to be the legal biological mother of Prince and Paris without first conducting a DNA test on all of them?!  Why didn't anybody in the public demand such DNA testing?!  How could we be so gullible as a society to believe that a woman who was hired and paid vast amounts of money by Michael Jackson to give birth to his children was ALSO the biological mother of these same children? 

Because we give birth, we women harbor quite a lot of control when it comes to the children in our society.  To minimize the control that mere birth gives to a woman in a surrogate situation, it would be vitally important to make sure that she is NOT also the biological mother.

My naturally conceived embryos belong to only me.  I did not voluntarily donate my eggs or profit in any way from what my body naturally created.  These are MY babies, but there are far too many of them in existence for me to take care of all by myself.

This is why MY babies always get distributed to all of the uteruses of my family and friends.

Before I matured into a woman who could naturally conceive, however, scientists were combining my DNA together with other DNA to create babies in the laboratory.  They've been doing this since the time I was just an embryo and they continue to do this to this very day.  

For example, the actor, Brad Pitt, was created by combining the DNA from the dead body of Jimmy Dean (Brad in his past life!) together with the DNA from the embryo that was me.  My biological daughter, Brooke Shields, was also brought into existence in this same manner, although I doubt her biological father was any kind of dead body. 

But getting back to the subject of Debbie Rowe, I suppose the fact that Michael actually married her had a lot to do with why we as a society assumed she was not just a surrogate mother.

So many married women in our society are technically surrogate mothers without ever knowing it.

My own sterile mother is an example of this.  The truth is that most women in our society are sterile.  This has been carefully planned so that MY embryos could be properly distributed.  Unlike my biological sons, all my biological daughters are completely sterile.  In the laboratory, however, it is possible for scientists to combine a sterile woman's DNA together with a man's to create a test-tube baby.

This is how my own mother (not my biological mother) has biological offspring in existence, none of whom are her own children.
      
I can't help but think that Debbie Rowe had to have been told that it was an embryo, NOT SPERM, that doctors were "injecting" into her uterus.  If the doctors didn't tell her, I know Michael did.  He would not have ever allowed Debbie to think that those babies were hers.  

But now that Michael is dead, perhaps Debbie thinks that she has it in the bag.  I mean, if I was going to show up, I would have shown up years ago, right?  That has to be what Debbie is thinking.  She has the confidence of knowing that a court of law ruled her to be the legal mother of Prince and Paris.

Why would Michael Jackson pick Debbie Rowe to be the biological mother of his children?  What is so special about Debbie Rowe that Michael wanted to breed her?!  Michael didn't even want to stay married to her, for goodness sake.  Debbie Rowe was just someone in the right place at the right time, desperately offering her body up to Michael Jackson.

A nurse in a dermatology office.



  

Tuesday, July 14, 2009 
Today, the Jackson Family is talking a whole lot about their Michael being the innocent victim of foul play.  I am one to always suspect such a thing, but this time I know better.

I want the family to understand that Michael was suffering a great deal.  He had reached the point where he was done being Michael Jackson. 

In the days leading up to his death, Michael was so happy to be performing again.  Nothing makes him happier than being upon a stage.  But 50-year-old Michael was finding it far more difficult than he had ever imagined.  With just 2 weeks to go till his worldwide tour, Michael was just not in the kind of shape he was accustomed to being in. 

Michael knew that he wasn't going to be able to deliver the kind of performance he was accustomed to delivering.

And, being the obsessive perfectionist that he has always been, Michael didn't want to do it anymore.  But he had no way out.

But what about the kids?!

Well, for a number of weeks already, Michael had been speaking at length with Ross about Claire (that's ME).  Ross was trying to get Michael to understand what a mess my life has been since he and so many others have stolen my money and innumerable credits and royalties.  Michael was made well aware of my homelessness and it was stressed to him what an incredible mother I would be if only someone would give me a chance to mother my many naturally conceived and other biological children I have all around the world.

Ross also stressed the fact that I knew both of the biological fathers of his children, two men I had an extensive love history with.

After confirming that I would be the best parent to his 3 children, Michael deliberately overdosed on sleeping medications in his desperate effort to finally sleep.  As long as Claire had no trouble sleeping, that's all he cared about.

His kids would be fine without him.  Claire would be a better parent than himself.  

Remember, I was Michael when I was just a 9-year-old girl.

Friday, July 10, 2009 

Thursday, July 09, 2009 

Current mood:  impatient
Time's up, Jackson Family!

This is the e-mail I sent over 24 hours ago to Ken Sunshine of Sunshine, Sachs & Associates, by way of his assistant.  Ken and his associates are handling all PR for the Jackson Family regarding Michael Jackson.  I was in error when I said that I had last contacted him in 2006.  I last contacted Ken sometime in 2007.

I called the office this morning and left a voicemail for Ken's assistant, but, as of yet, I have received back no reply. 

Do you think they are in the process of getting our marriage license Fedexed?  They still should have shown me some courtesy by getting back to me by now:

URGENT
 
Dear Mr. Sunshine,
 
I am the same Claire Cruise who left you a voicemail message back in 2006 asking you to please have my longtime family friend, Leo DiCaprio, give me a call.
 
My regards to both you and Leo; this time, however, I am contacting you regarding quite a different matter. 
 
On Monday, July 6, my PRO SE lawsuit was filed (by facsimile) against Katherine Jackson at Los Angeles Superior Court to establish MY biological parentage of ALL three (3) of Michael Jackson's children as well as to obtain full, legal, physical custody of these children: Prince, Paris and Blanket. 
 
My legal documents indicate that I have requested mediation to work out a parenting plan and that I think that Mrs. Jackson should have the right to visit the children as follows: only in a supervised setting to ensure the children's safety from respondent's husband, Joseph Jackson, as well as any other individual who might abuse them in any manner that resembles how Michael Joseph Jackson, I was abused as a child.
 
Until I receive the vast inheritance left to only me by my maternal grandmother, I survive on a very minimal Florida Social Security Income which so easily qualified me for a waiver of all court fees & costs.  It is because I shall be receiving my inheritance very shortly that I will NOT be requesting any kind of child support from the Michael Jackson Family Trust.
 
And, for everyone's information, the biological father of all three (3) of Michael Jackson's children is my former boyfriend, Cyril Rouhaut of the Southwest of France.  Cyril is a winemaker whose family lives on and manages one of my family estates. 
 
While Cyril and I were together in Napa, CA in 1996, we attempted to have a baby together over the course of five months, total.  It was during this time that I naturally conceived Prince, Paris and Blanket as well as two other children whom I had already located.  Without Cyril's or my prior knowledge or consent, all embryos -- including Prince, Paris and Blanket -- were safely removed from my uterus less than one month after conception to immediately be frozen and later implanted in the uterus of a surrogate mother.
 
Of course the public has yet to be informed of the advanced embryonic technologies that make something like this possible.
 
Although I knew that I was the biological mother of all three of Michael Jackson's children, I hadn't yet remembered who the biological father of these same children was until I could better view Prince, Paris and Blanket without the obstruction of their veils.  When I finally recognized that all three children resemble none other than Cyril, this is when I was finally able to remember that I was once told that Cyril was their biological father.
 
Despite my longtime, cordial ties with Cyril, on June 25, I became engaged to Christopher Joseph Caputo of Fortress Group/Fortress Investment in New York, NY -- BEFORE Michael's untimely death.  We will wed in a non-legally binding ceremony.
 
It is due to all the trauma I went through as a child as well as an adult that I am still in the process of remembering some very key details of my life.  One such key detail did not surface inside my memory banks until just a few days ago:
 
I AM LEGALLY MARRIED TO MICHAEL JACKSON.
 
Leo DiCaprio and I have a mutual, dear friend, Ross Dreiblatt (a producer), who brought Michael to my house in Princeton, NJ to surprise me on my 18th birthday: October 21, 1983.  Although I gave Michael my personal tour of the town of Princeton and really did like him quite a lot, our marriage was strictly business.  It was before Thriller and Michael had just completed his first round of plastic surgery.  Thus, it is quite understandable that I didn't actually understand that the dancing African-American musician named Michael Joseph Jackson I married that evening was indeed the famous Michael Jackson whom everyone knew and loved.
 
Ross Dreiblatt, also a rabbi, not only married us, he also took our wedding photos, one of which features Michael and I kissing (... if I'm not mistaken).  The entire legal ceremony was also video-taped.
 
When Michael then asked my permission to purchase the Beatles catalog, I casually replied, "sure!" without any conscious understanding of my business connection to this catalog.  
 
As I cannot afford to send anymore faxes until next month, the sheriff will be prevented from serving Mrs. Jackson until late August.  I also cannot afford to send away for Michael's and my marriage license until next month, but please do feel free to send away for it, yourself.
 
And please do send me a copy.
 
I'd also appreciate it if you would inform the Jackson family of this vital information without delay.
 
LOS ANGELES SUPERIOR COURT FAMILY LAW CASE NUMBER: BF037066
 
Thank you so very much,
CLAIRE ELISABETH FIELDS CRUISE
Maiden Name: Claire Elisabeth Elliott
1172 South Dixie Highway, #273
Coral Gables, FL 33146
786-366-2302 (cell)

Thursday, July 09, 2009 

Current mood:  pissed off
I just updated my profile with new information, so please do check out what I wrote there at http://myspace.com/clairecruise

I am waiting on individuals in the media and the family of Michael Jackson to personally respond to me before I announce yet another bizarre detail of my life that's pretty darn shocking.

Kindly respond at your earliest convenience.  Thank you.

Thursday, July 02, 2009 


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