Something tells me this homeless Julia thing is going to be like that move The Crazies, where things are just slightly weird in the beginning, then, in a blink of the eye, shit hits the fan, and everything if fucked up and pyschotically nuts. Anyway, Julia Allison, who right now is soooooo glad Chuck Bass didn’t turn that homeless shelter into an underground speakeasy, continues talking about Gawker today, even though they totally ruined her life. Jesus, guys, just write a stupid post about her already.
SusiKenna: Contemplating the Gawker party on A.
@SusiKenna – yeah, I contemplated it. Then I contemplated staying home in my pjs. Pjs won.
@juliaallison ha. I picked working on a project instead. Staying home and being creative beats a crowded bar any day.
It’s weird that Julia even responded to this tweet, seeing how it wasn’t aimed directly at her. But, I guess Julia Allison, who has many friends, just had to let the world know that she still gets invited to super exclusive media parties. But she didn’t go because she is just so above it and would rather spend the evening Googling herself and stalking ex-boyfriends who might need a roommate.
EVERYONE WAS INVITED TO THIS PARTY!
Seriously, everyone, even the new friends Julia will probably make in that homeless shelter in Queens when she moves in and decorates her bed-bug infested bunk with new pink PB Teen sheets and a soiled rug from West Elm. I was invited to this party and I don’t even live in New York!
It’s just a fucking commenter meet up, and since Julia only comments on Gawker when they write posts about her or to defend the Zuckerburg’s honor, why would she even consider going to this? And it’s not even a real Gawker meet up, it’s for Stupid Gawker: Reblogging YouTube, the sister site that is run by the svelte, may-be-exhonorated-in-a-year Richard Blakeley, who makes me want to smash Gummi Bears with a hammer everytime I see a picture of his face.