An acquaintance of mine has recently gotten his panties in a twist in regard to my match making success! Cry about it, RuPaul. Oh wait, he already has. In light of his latest bitching spree, I realize, it’s not me, Ru—it’s you. Get a grip, sad sally, and stop trying to bring the rest of the world to its knees (even though it’s your fav. place to drop). Other’s happiness in no way should detract from yours, so stop bringing Emmett down—plus, let’s be honest here: he’ll never be able to get to your level, even on his worst day.
Didn’t mother ever teach you that jealously looks good on no one? I realize you can’t help but become this green-eyed monster; and it’s not your fault. You clearly lack the maturity, security and purity to take this in stride. The man crush you’ve rightfully developed on Emmett Richmond shouldn’t override your personal dignity and self respect—for the love of god, manwoman, get a hold of yourself. Bitching and moaning at Emmett and his social counterparts isn’t going to improve your situation. Take a look deep inside, Ru—it’s not his new relationship which irks you so, it is something else that troubles your conscious…I’m going to go with either the way you conduct yourself in public situations or your innate shadiness on the whole. Either way, grow up, dear Ru—it’s time for you to shine! So, dust your proverbial shoulder off and get back in the game; stop being so afraid of yourself. Perhaps, then, the world for you will be a less daunting place. Your happiness is much akin to the New York Lotto—stop being such a pain in everyone’s ass, and maybe, JUST maybe, HEY—you never know, right? I’d give you the attitude adjustment myself, but sadly, I don’t waste my time with such unfortunate miseries. Ru—no one likes an asshole, but everyone pities the jealous asshole.
Kisses!
Gisele
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