I have nothing to say other than to let this people say for herself. Thank you to the tootoo (what this mean?):
i can’t even deal anymore. this bitch is BREAKING me.
let’s start with this: i’m a 20 year old college student in nyc, originally from nj (princeton OMG!!!!). i work a part-time service job (so i can pay BILLS and RENT!) while attending school full-time (so i can have a JOB where i’m not LAUGHED AT!). i have a boyfriend of over a year, friends, family, and a cat (who i feel guilty as HELL leaving for the 12 hours a day i’m gone).
WHO. IS. THIS. BITCH. who:
1. flies around 24/7 for no reason? i’m an hour away from home, and because of work and school i haven’t been home or seen my mom since july. you live in a different TIME ZONE than your mother, you dolt. you are 30 years old and i can’t even legally drink. you see your mommy more than i do.
2. purchases books just to take pictures of them? i pay $600+ out of pocket every semester for textbooks, so it’s a lucky day for me when i’m able to go out and buy a book before even (or ever) reading it.
3. fucks and feels the need to explain said fuckage to the entire universe (aka rbns)? sorry, but i fuck, and i do it often. and it’s good. do i go online and explain it to everyone i know no, romanticized stories of my tears post orgasm are not commonly documented for the world to read.
4. who complains about waking up at 6:30 to get paid to read from cue cards in central park? how about…you wake up at 6, feed and play with your cat because you know she’ll be alone all day, go to a $9/hr food service job for 2 hours, head to school for 6 hours, go back to work for 4 hours, come home, feed and play with cat again, do homework/readings/papers/research for 3 hours, and finally….sleep.
NEWS FLASH, YOU DUMB FUCKING BITCH: YOU ARE SPOILED. AND BY SPOILED, I DON’T MEAN YOU ARE A PRETTY PRETTY BLAIR WALDORF PRINCESS. you are ruined. your worth is done. spoiled milk = spoiled julia: might as well throw it out. you have ruined any dignity you might have had left, any credibility you might of convinced kaka manna you had. any sort of “relatability” you thought you had with your “readers” is gone.
the fact that i, a stranger, a lonely cat lady, a fat and jealous hater living in the basement of my parents that i see less often than you (you glorious 30 year old daddy’s girl, you!), can glean all this from your sporadic diarrhea postings should alert you to the fact that there’s a real problem with what you’re doing.
as a 20 year old, in a committed relationship, with a dedication to her schoolwork and rapidly approaching career, i once felt bad for you, julia. but now? now?
let’s just say my feelings aren’t pink.
p.s. i have provided contact information, bitch, on behalf of your beard paul carr. feel free to let me know how you “feel.”
