One of the funniest things about all of Donk’s on-air and online spewings yesterday was her suggestion that she is hated because she once wrote about her bulimia.
Before my lover JP does a post later today detailing all the lies she has told in the past 24 hours, I thought I’d seize upon the one little tidbit she just had to get out there that once again illustrates why she is so detestable.
It’s on the blurb to her Elle.com piece — I would link to it but I am writing this on my fucking phone; more on that hellishness later — in which she mentions being in bed with her college ex-boyfriend in L.A. in August 2010 (Ed. note: it was actually 2009) and having an epiphany.
I am pretty sure that would be James Fay, who lives in L.A., given her other college boyfriend is now married with children. I think she even blogged about staying with him and posted a photo of his new hot, alcohol-free body. Fay would have been dating the “model” at the time for at least a few months. The model was nervous about Donkey. Just a few months earlier, in April 2010, FuckedFace used her Learning Annex personal branding seminar to shit all over the model’s online bio, describing her as her college boyfriend’s new girlfriend. She bitched about the model banning James from seeing her at around that point, and one of the Meghans said she wouldn’t trust her new boyfriend around Donkey either. By August, she was apparently back in bed with him. And felt it necessary to mention that on Elle.com yesterday.
James Fay and the model are now engaged to be married; they’re walking down the aisle next June 1st. Donkey’s attempts to cause trouble in yet another relationship have failed — or was this a last-ditch, very public version of the email to REDACTED’s fiancee?
Either way, she’s an asshole — and that, you cuntfaced douchebag who never reads here, is why people hate you. No one gives a shit that you used to steal candy bars from a Georgetown convenience store and barf them up.
Remember when she once claimed any guy with a girlfriend was “gay” to her? IT IS TO LAUGH.
P.S. Imagine you are a lifelong Washington Redskins fan/critic/fucking coach even and then you have to travel internationally on the day they play the Superbowl. And you end up stranded at a place with no TV and no Internet connection as the game plays. That is me. Sob.
P.P.S. So if my lover Prof. Camping were to add some links to this, I would put on a dress that might suggest I’ll blow him/her on the first date. (At your service, Mama Jacy!)