Um … just in case they didn’t crown me at the Webutante Ball, I thought I’d crown myself.
Okay, I lying down for this one. Breathe easy, Russian Girl. Out, in, out, in.
So Poofy hope to be selected Webutard tonight. But while getting ready, first she twit this:
Oops. Webutante Ball at 6, blind date at 7:30, @Aubs’ day party at 8. And I’m still in my gym clothes. This can’t possibly end well.
Then, she twit this:
I lost the Webutante crown to College Humor’s Sarah & was 45 minutes late to my blind date. Oy. Off to @aubs’ day in my self-awarded tiara!
I have too many questions and there is no enough vodka to help me cope with all of her batshit loon behaviorals. I name:
WHAT HAPPEN TO HARVARD HARLEY BOY YOU HAVE SUPER-SECRET/CRAZY-PUBLIC FLIRTASHE WITH?!?!?!?
Who CARES if you get elected fake Prom Queen, other than you?
Why you always dress in costume like you character in some Barbie Dream Date board game? No one else is dressing in costume in your country other than at Disneyland and little girl birthday parties!