Sure sounds like her.
And she was at the party! This must have been around the time she was always Twitter-braying about Uber. Guess she was on the payroll.
Remember this? The love of her life, sent from Granny above?
Meh, not so much. Just like every other Greatest Love Ever Known who dumps her ass, Donk is now making like, in fact, it wasn’t the Greatest Love Ever Known after all since her ass was dumped.
In the comments after this eyeroller:
Question I ask myself CONSTANTLY: How do you know when challenging experiences are meant to expand you … And how do you know when they are your key to knowing that’s not what you want or need?
It’s all your fault, evil New York City! Julia Allison was Miss Congeniality until you ripped out her heart and hung her out to dry:
Today after my daily run to the Golden Gate bridge (yes, daily! I’ve come a long, long way since I couldn’t run more than a few blocks just 2.5 years ago), I came across a field of people yoga’ing … and this song playing on the loudspeakers. OLD SCHOOL magical.
So of course I stopped, took off my sneakers, and yoga’d right along with them.
God, I love living in San Francisco.
In fact, I feel like the experience of grounding in here amongst my community is slowly restoring the innocence and the belief in human kindness that Manhattan took away from me …
A Return to Innocence indeed.
So, wallet chasing in the Georgetown med school library while you were engaged to be OMG! married, stealing your boyfriend’s credit card, getting kicked out of the campus convenience store for shoplifting, etc., etc., etc., and being loathed by everyone on the GU campus constitutes “innocence” before the Manhattan fall? Oh Donkey! And I refuse to post your link to that Enigma track.
And some Burners mocking it here:
Poor JellyD. Tagged in this tool’s latest attempt to nail down an Avocado. Not TOO creepy getting singing lessons from his new room-mate! “Yoohoo!! I am going to become a musician too! So to hell with that Haley bitch!! I can do what she does!! I’ll be your new collaborator!!” And poor Nutty Granny Moneybags. I wonder how soon after this screeching “musical” bray from a donkey that she decided now might be a good time to take leave.