OMG the raging cuntwitch we all knew was alive and well in Wooville has really outdone herself this time.
Get a load of this classic portion of one of the many psychotic dispatches Donk has sent Rain, this one a year after they split up:
I loved you. I gave you everything I had for two and a half years. And you cut me off – HOURS before my birthday – without even the dignity of a conversation.
Fuck that, Rain.
You were too afraid and ashamed to speak about our relationship publicly for years. But trust me – I will not be silenced any longer.
HOURS BEFORE HER BIRTHDAY, Rain!!! How could you!??!??!? Didn’t you know she’s an emotional 12-year-old?!? Did you also forget to bake a cake for her?? With candles?!?
And, huh, I wonder why he was too ashamed to speak publicly of The Greatest Love The World Has Ever Known, V. 2,408, 295
Here’s why Donkey infiltrated the Woos. Because she knew these drug-addled dumbasses wouldn’t call her out on her bullshit. Everything she does, she does FOR LOVE! She is just being true to LOVE!! She is finding a path to LOVE!! She is dancing her way TO LOVE!!! Everyone is allowed to be psychotic at times! They’re just acting out of LOVE!!!
It was all a huge fucking fraud. She is a huge fucking fraud. And, as always, certifiably insane.
Is this rock bottom? No. This is who she is and always will be.
Will Petey and Robin step in? No. They never have, never will, and it’s a lot easier to send checks than have to deal with this braying, demented almost-40-year-old disrupting their peaceful lives.
There is no “reasonable” boyfriend. There is just a sad angry crazy self-obsessed lunatic, raging once again because yet another dude doesn’t find her as fabulous as she finds herself.
She’ll be doing this til she’s 85. Wonder if the New York Post would be interested in a followup to the steaming pile of bullshit she fed them.
As for the “it’s all Sex and the City’s fault!!!” bullshit, Vanity Fair makes mention of the idiot here.
The 20th anniversary of Sex and the City’s premiere this week has occasioned similar reminiscences, one of them a particularly bitter takedown that recently made the rounds on Twitter by erstwhile sex columnist Julia Allison, who blames the show for leading her into a life of fame-seeking, dating very bad men, living beyond her means, and ruining her reputation. “Truth be told,” she writes, “I wish I had never heard of SATC. I’m sure there are worse role models, but, for me, it did permanent and measurable damage to my psyche that I’m still cleaning up.” (Novelist Jami Attenberg perhaps summed it up best in a tweet: “Oh, my God, could you imagine blaming all your bad life choices on a TV show?”)