Reblogging Julia

A critical analysis of the public ramblings of the creature formerly known as Ms. Baugher, who provides a manic amount of content to parse.

Every little thing she does is tragic.

Talk to me (juliabaugher at gmail) Always held in strict confidence.

Feb 26, 2008 1:01am

Hazy shade of winter.

Jesus, Manic Mondays are tough.  A thanks to the fine folks who point out the diamonds of banality in her mine of insipid.  Summarized, ribbed and bulleted for your pleasure:

  • Sorry about the lack of posts?  20 in the past 24 hours?   Sweet mother of God, she really should work for Gawker.
  • It has taken you this long to realize that adults take responsibility for the consequences of their decisions?  Holy hell, I know toddlers with better life skills, yet I suspect this 5am revelation will be disregarded by noon.
  • Just a hunch here, but I am going to predict that she won’t be wearing to her birthday party a dress designed by the burgeoning new designer you knew was friend material after 17 seconds.  I suspect her utility as a friend ended with her inability to deliver a dress Our Lady of Introspection needs to be photographed in.  A hundred times.  With outtakes for months or years later, when the well is dry.
  • It must have been a nail-biting experience to watch the awards, having only seen one (Juno, of course) of the best picture nominees.  Somehow, I doubt that prevented her from opining about them on television.  A professional gossip is necessarily a professional bullshitter, and Our Lady can certainly bring those goods.
  • Oh well, better late than never, yes? [Ed. Note: Atonement didn’t win anything.  Just trying to be servicey.]
  • It takes a special kind of arrogance to proclaim The Spotted Pig gross.    Luckily, Our Lady has that special brand of delusion.
  • You really felt entitled to that Mac Air, didn’t you?  [Ed. Note: you do drink, bunny.  Overcoming denial is the first step.]
  • I, for one, have several escorts in my iphone. By the by, you treat nothing as confidential, so the assurance of discretion seems suspect.
  • Our Lady confuses Cleopatra’s toga with poise and subtlety, but I don’t think she or her virtual entourage can appreciate the difference.
  • As I suspected, the life lesson didn’t last long.  Our Lady will not be pigeon-holed into someone who doesn’t share every aspect of her life.  She is important, relevant, and has many more pictures of herself to share. 
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