Dear Jessica Rosen(bitch):
I initially tried to attend the Love and Hip Hop party you had for the premiere screening a few weeks back, but unfortunately, I got the email late and the list was 'closed.' Since I hate tag-along situations, I decided to sit that one out.
So, you added me to your email list. I was already friends with your slore ass on Facebook, but I hadn't been to one of your bullshit parties since 2009, when you were probably broke and finally opening up your list to 'the blacks.' You know, the ones lower than Diddy, whom you occasionally throw parties for...
Anyway, I RSVPed for your party at Juliet tonight, and didn't get a reply. I figured you were probably busy, but I pretty much knew I was in for bullshit.
Let's start with the e-mail:
-There's no start time for this party. Guess only your cokehead friends know what time the event starts. We know you get down.
-The email said the club was between 9th and 10th aves. However the club is located between 10th and 11th aves. Stop getting high on your own supply while writing emails. Oh right, you probably buy your coke from 'the blacks.'
-The asshole in the picture below in the hat (guess he was running the door) had some scraps of paper I guess he called a guest list, about two pages long. Guess people aren't going nuts to RSVP to your parties. Duh, right?
He then tells me to text you (because I know you hoe, right?) so I text the number in the email. Didn't bother to call the number since you're probably in the back doing lines with your celebrity friends who also like to get down.
So I smoke my cigarette and wait...people start piling up for their fixes/cigarette breaks, and I'm looking for my flats in my purse because I know I'm about to leave.
Some bullshit bouncer comes over to ask me why am I taking pictures, and I tell him I'm taking pics of myself since iPhone 4s have that capability. But since I know his bitchass doesn't know that, he's stumped, turns, and I shoo him away.
Some lames get in, no list necessary. Guess rules only apply to some of 'us.'
So, please take me off your list. Expeditiously. And I really hope we never see each other face to face. I'll probably just stare at your slore ass, but more than likely, I'll just laugh. If I even remember what your washed up ass looks like.
And I don't care if you throw parties in Miami. Whenever I get down there again, I'll be sure to spread the word that you're a whack bitch, if they don't know already.
xo,
Black Daria ;/
P.S. I'm definitely looking into whether you broke any other violations. You did know there's a Nightlife Preservation Group the mayor started a few years ago, right? See you around, bitch.
I initially tried to attend the Love and Hip Hop party you had for the premiere screening a few weeks back, but unfortunately, I got the email late and the list was 'closed.' Since I hate tag-along situations, I decided to sit that one out.
So, you added me to your email list. I was already friends with your slore ass on Facebook, but I hadn't been to one of your bullshit parties since 2009, when you were probably broke and finally opening up your list to 'the blacks.' You know, the ones lower than Diddy, whom you occasionally throw parties for...
Anyway, I RSVPed for your party at Juliet tonight, and didn't get a reply. I figured you were probably busy, but I pretty much knew I was in for bullshit.
Let's start with the e-mail:
-There's no start time for this party. Guess only your cokehead friends know what time the event starts. We know you get down.
-The email said the club was between 9th and 10th aves. However the club is located between 10th and 11th aves. Stop getting high on your own supply while writing emails. Oh right, you probably buy your coke from 'the blacks.'
-The asshole in the picture below in the hat (guess he was running the door) had some scraps of paper I guess he called a guest list, about two pages long. Guess people aren't going nuts to RSVP to your parties. Duh, right?
He then tells me to text you (because I know you hoe, right?) so I text the number in the email. Didn't bother to call the number since you're probably in the back doing lines with your celebrity friends who also like to get down.
So I smoke my cigarette and wait...people start piling up for their fixes/cigarette breaks, and I'm looking for my flats in my purse because I know I'm about to leave.
Some bullshit bouncer comes over to ask me why am I taking pictures, and I tell him I'm taking pics of myself since iPhone 4s have that capability. But since I know his bitchass doesn't know that, he's stumped, turns, and I shoo him away.
Some lames get in, no list necessary. Guess rules only apply to some of 'us.'
So, please take me off your list. Expeditiously. And I really hope we never see each other face to face. I'll probably just stare at your slore ass, but more than likely, I'll just laugh. If I even remember what your washed up ass looks like.
And I don't care if you throw parties in Miami. Whenever I get down there again, I'll be sure to spread the word that you're a whack bitch, if they don't know already.
xo,
Black Daria ;/
P.S. I'm definitely looking into whether you broke any other violations. You did know there's a Nightlife Preservation Group the mayor started a few years ago, right? See you around, bitch.
12 comments:
Ahm, who gets mad because they can't get into a party? It makes you sound pitiful. Your loser status is showing.
I don't see how you can hate
from outside the club, you
can't even get in!!! Bitter Bitch...No Debbie Downers allowed inside the club!! Go back to Jersey!
obviously the other commenter(s) are the people who were doing coke with Jessica hahahaha. Thanks for heads up will make sure we never associate with or cover that promoter.
Wow @anonymous - she's NOT from Jersey, but, I am - keep it real - Jessica's list is BULLSHIT! You're not hating because you're too doped up from the coke lines that you snort with Jess. C'mon - game recognizes game. I've learned to go over that bitches head & get on the list of the person giving the party. I get her invites all the time - have RSVP'd too many times & watched Becky & the crew walk in, twisted from the gate. I guess my skin & NOSE are not white enough... @Laurie - we know you fuck for a living, so keep ur mouth shut - oh, is that a dick that just fell out? Amazing how people will READ a post if they think it's false...Just goes to show you, people CAN sniff & have their noses up their ass as the same time.
wow all this because you didn't get in juliet?listen that was just a little reminder of stop eating all that fast food or step up your style..i saw a few ugly girls in there so that means you must have been one whack ass trick..and for anonymous2 you must have been right behind her..lmao get your shit together and stop hating..it makes you look awful.:)
Wow...all of this because you didn't get into Juliet?
Black Daria...
You have been on Twitter all day claiming that to "go in" Jessica and the truth of the matter is...you looking really dumb as hell now.
If you did not get into the club, so be it. Too bad that you had to change out of your heels into your Chinese Slippers to go back home. I been in Juliet before. I was able to get in. Could it be the way you was presenting yourself that the bouncers did not want to let you in???
Stop being so mad because while you wasting your time blogging and tweeting about Jessica, she is making her money.
All you anonymous fucks can go to he'll right with that coke head bitch. Your stupid asses are missing the point, but it's cool. I helped her today, nobody was checking for her weak ass prior and after what I wrote, please know they aren't checking for her now. #byebitches have a nice day ;)
Oops hell...iPad typing, which none of you anonymous fucks probably don't have #goaway.
Oh, I missed Laurie...whatever bitch. Seriously, whatever. If I'm a loser, so is your mother. #eatthathoe ;)
HOW IS EVERYONE THE HATER WHEN YOUR BITCH ASS IS THE ONE SPENDING ALL YOUR TIME ON TWITTER AND WRITING A BLOG ABOUT SOMEBODY WHO HAS A HIGHER STATUS THAN YOU.
YOU ARE A WACK BITCH. JUDGING FROM THOSE OLD ASS BRAIDS IN YOUR PIC, YOU LOOK MORE OF A CRACK HEAD THAN ANYBODY ELSE YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT.
MAYBE THOSE BOUNCERS MISTAKEN YOU FOR A FIEND AND DID NOT WANT TO LET YOUR ASS IN JULIET
Lol that's funny. OK anonymous. Whatever ;)
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