I know my policy is never to poke the donkey. But it really burns my ass that this witch harassed innocent people in an attempt to bring us down and yet still tries to use us to get information about her boring, lame-ass personal life to the masses. When I saw that email today, I knew she’d sent it — and our tech genius, Prof. Camping, confirms that the IP addresses from her emails and the Guest of a Guest “tip” were the same. And so I snapped today and I poked the beast when she emailed us claiming she simply wanted to set the record straight.
And I didn’t stop. Feast your eyes but just one thing before you do — this loon obviously reads us the moment she wakes up. Oh honey.
HeeHaw Queen: I haven’t participated in your comments, but I did see your latest post about DeStorm.
A few things:
Andrew and I are just friends and have been for quite some time. He’s a good kid, but no one is trying to make anyone jealous.
DeStorm and I never went out for the show. We’ve been out a few times, and I think we’ll continue to see each other. He’s incredibly sweet, talented and I’m a big fan of his. It’s not exclusive or anything, so don’t get too worked up about it.
Hope that clarifies things for you! If you’re going to gossip, at least get it right.
RBD: Question: So it was you who sent the email, right? Just tell the truth for once. I know people at Guest of a Guest, “dear,” lots of them — and no one from there sent it. You obviously want it out there, the same way you wanted CodeNames TK and PK’s identity revealed. Why this time?
“Andrew’s a good kid.” Love how you turn them into “kids” when they’re not interested in you.
And one more thing — one of our longtime commenters has been friends with Destorm for years. Uh-oh.
LIAR LIAR PANTS ON FIRE: Haven’t you noticed that when I send emails to you I ALWAYS use my real name? Why would I do anything different now? I don’t know anyone at Guest of a Guest, I didn’t even know that site still existed. Does it??
So no, I didn’t send you any emails except the ones from my own email account.
And no, you’re wrong, I didn’t want Toph’s name revealed. Megan did that without my permission. [EDS note: What odd language. What things did she give Lasagna permission to do?] Nor did I want Justin’s name revealed. You guys figured that one out all on your own. Ironically, at the beginning of our relationship Justin wanted his name and face out there, and I didn’t. BTW, both of them are still friends with me.
You honestly don’t get me, do you? If I wanted you to know who I was dating, I would just write about it.
And re: the commenter being a friend of his? Um, okay. DeStorm is a big boy. He can make his own decisions.
Re: Andrew, that’s cute. If you met him or knew him at all, you’d understand why I said that. No need to overanalyze. He’s a good guy. There? Did that make you feel better?
Let me know what language you deem acceptable in the future for how I should refer to men I’ve dated. I just want to make sure you’re happy with everything I do!
RBD: How stupid do you think we are? Do you think we don’t know how often you’ve been in touch with us with threatening emails under fake names? You don’t think we have tech geniuses who can track down IPs even when sent via anonymising email accounts?
You don’t email under your own name when you’re threatening people and/or trying to get information out about yourself — the Gawker people have logs of all your fake accounts, by the way — you use fake names when you don’t want anyone KNOWING you’re trying to get information out about yourself. Seriously. Do not insult our intelligence.
And “dear,” as if you don’t know that Guest of a Guest still exists. They rag on you all the time. The Chelsea chick who writes about you knows that you read the site. And they have written about the BRAVO show recently. Again, stop insulting our intelligence.
And so now you’re officially throwing Megan under the bus by name, huh? And no, we didn’t know Justin’s name until someone posted it in the comments, strangely from the same geolocation of the comments you left on your Wikipedia page.
We knew his face after you made your Vimeos public and then accused us of hacking into your account. We didn’t know his name.
How do you keep track of all the lies?
By the way, you emailed to say you had Botox only twice and that was YEARS ago. And yet look at this, 4:09. Restylane? Or Botox? How odd!
Again — how do you keep track of all the lies? It must be exhausting. Wouldn’t it just be easier to get extensive therapy to find out why you’re like this? I mean look what you’ve done in the past 24 hours. Emailing your own site of apparent “online bullies” just to get some information out about yourself? I am sure your father is thrilled that he damaged his professional reputation to threaten us only to have you leaking information to us every six months when you can’t get anyone else to pay attention to you.
CUCKOOPANTS: I think you’re fairly unintelligent indeed if you don’t realize that I’m not dumb enough to threaten anyone anonymously. You can believe whatever you wish, dearest, but that’s the truth.
Unlike you, I write emails with my real name. Why DO you keep yourself anonymous, anyway? Not proud of keeping track of my botox appointments for a hobby?
That doesn’t seem like it would fit on a resume, now does it? “HOBBIES & SKILLS: Obsessed with Julia Allison’s face”
I wonder why you have the patience to keep up with my life after all this while.
Why do you still care? Don’t you think it’s a little sad? Have you considered other extracurriculars? Yoga is lovely!
I’m off to walk my dog on the beach. [EDS note: It was 4 p.m. L.A. time at that point. Poor Lilly.] Have a beautiful day!
PS. No, I haven’t read Guest of a Guest in years, and I don’t know who Chelsea is … not really interested in that kind of blog, at this point in my life.
RBD: You keep telling yourself the lies, “dearest.” You keep telling yourself that you haven’t been leaking information about yourself under anonymous names for years — I guess it’s true what they say about pathological liars; they actually come to believe their own lies. But sadly, there is a mountain of evidence to the contrary. IP addresses do not lie, and a smart tech person can track them down very easily. And we’re not the only ones who know you do it. Tell that to your reality show producers — an honest portrayal of your middle-of-the-night online shenanigans would actually be interesting to watch.
MUPPETMUG: You can’t simultaneously believe that I want you to give up on this bizarre obsession of a site and also believe that I want to leak information secretly to your site to get attention. THAT MAKES NO SENSE.
So let me clarify, lest it confuse you: I have given up on you giving up. I think it’s psychotic you care so much about me – trust me, *I* don’t even care this much – but if you’re going to care, you might as well get things right.
One of the remarkable abilities you have is to find a way to see the negative in anything I do. It’s incredible, really. Uncanny! And that goes for your commenters, as well. There is literally NOTHING I could say or do that would change your – or their – minds that I am the embodiment of evil. Or pathetic. Or unhinged. Fill in whatever derogatory adjective you choose here.
I’m starting to think it could be amusing to post things I’m NOT actually doing, just to see your reaction! “She sucks! She’s doing X!!” It could be fun. Maybe when I get some free time I’ll do that.
I floated the idea of starting to comment, but ultimately that seemed like a better idea in theory than in practice. I don’t know, I might change my mind at some point. We’ll see.
[EDS note: Like as if it’s up to her.]
In the meantime, let me spell this out to you: If I want to communicate, you’ll know. How? It will say my name. Right there. In the email address.
I suggest you do the same. What is your name, by the way?
RBD: My name is Carmen Miranda. [EDS note: Really pissed I didn’t think to say Kate Middleton]. You see, here’s what you do, according to other websites/rebloggers before us well-acquainted with your antics. Publicly, you pretend you hate and despise the attention. And for the most part, you do, because it’s negative and you can’t handle criticism, by your own admission. But then, when you really want information to get out there, you hold your nose and leak it to the websites you claim to despise. Because no attention is worse than negative attention, in your mind.
Get some help, “dearest,” seriously. Did you feel second-best to your brother? Did your father not pay enough attention to you? There are myriad issues at play, and until you fix them, this is going to be your life — leaking information to your so-called “online bully site.” You claim to want marriage and children — that won’t happen for you until you fix yourself, and the kind of help you need will not come from Burning Man and ashrams.
As for why we do it? You’re an online celebrity. And our generation, as you have frequently noted, now spends a lot of time online rather than watching TV and going to movies and reading US Weekly. You sought and courted this new form of celebrity. And so you got the attention that you craved. But you can’t handle that it’s negative. So if you can’t handle that people are not enthralled with your very existence, why don’t you take your life private, like the rest of the world?
I have a background in psychology, and that is the first thing I would tell you to do. You don’t like it, stop providing the fodder. It’s not on us, “dearest,” it’s on you.