Hey guys!  I know, we've been neglecting our dear little Rotspotters lately.  We're all ridiculously busy with real life (please pronounce that "rull life," thanks), and I was gonna wait until tomorrow to post this, but I figured wtf?  Let's just do it.  Besides, it's a doozy.

So guess who predicted the earthquake LA had today, everybody?  You guessed it!  Our favorite meth-mouthed midget mogul moron!  Good job, Tila!  You know what else predicts natural disasters?  Animals!  You're on par with animals Tila!  And not just for "presenting" your business for anybody in the grocery store nature, or your smell, or your nappy mane!  Wow, you're moving up in the animal kingdom!

Anyway, let's read this shit.

So when I first started reading this, I had the same reactions you probably had: TILA, YOU DO NOT LIVE IN A HOUSE.  IT'S BEEN PROVEN THAT YOU LIVE IN AN APARTMENT.  WHY DO YOU CONTINUE TO LIE LIKE A TOTAL RETARD?  Did you forget, Tila, that some of us (not me personally, but you're goddamn right I was following it with baited breath) were on the phone with the police when they found you IN YOUR APARTMENT after "Jane" tried (and failed, so I guess she's a failure just like you) to kill you?  "My house...blah blah blah...my house...blah blah blah."  Goddammit Tila you're so fucking stupid.

Then anyway, OMG the lolz come and they come hard!  So more about your dad, huh Tila?  So let's get this straight.  Aside from your father's Vietnam War story (read it here), and his stint in prison (read it here), he's also a fucking psychic?  Okay, I'll bite.  So when he abandoned your mom during the Vietnam war, I'm sure he did it because his PSYCHIC ABILITIES told him the Vietcong would *laugh* sneak her and your sister on a boat?  So why did he commit crimes if he knew he'd be thrown in jail, Tila? 

Oh and you got your "abilities" from him?  SO WHY DIDN'T YOU KNOW CASEY, THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE, WAS ALL ALONE AND DYING WHILE YOU WERE IN HOUSTON??  You know, since you can apparently throw that shit around at will.  And what about your mischariage, Tila?  Why didn't you see that coming?  You've apparently had a few miscarriages (spoiler alert: they're all bullshit), so why didn't you see that coming?

And I love how one minute she's all "omg you can't tell people or it weakens your powers!!"  GOD WHAT A HUNK OF SHIT.  But then a few minutes later she's all "my friends test me, and I constantly prove it to them!  I has secret ways of making you see ded peeples!"  So apparently you can't tell people, but you can tell your friends?

Tila, it makes me fucking sick how ridiculously stupid you are.  You honestly lie like a 5th grader.  You lie about the dumbest shit that only your teenage army of idiots would ever believe.  And notice how she ends this diatribe of delusion with "maybe one day we'll meet (Ed note: like arm meet?  That's never going to get old for me!) and we'll get to be life long friends!  Then you'll know all my secrets!"  because THAT is how she keeps her underage army ensnared.  They're clawing and clamoring for fame and understanding.  Your lies are interesting to them, Tila, because they're all children, and they want to be a part of your life because you're kind of famous.  But you know what, Tila?  If you were yourself - if you stopped lying and just acted like the real Tila, whoever the fuck that is - NOBODY WOULD CARE ABOUT YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE A SAD, PATHETIC LITTLE GIRL TRAPPED IN AN OVERSEXED WHORE-GOBLIN'S BODY.  So reach for it, Tila.  Lie about everything.  See how far it gets you.  No, really, we're all waiting for your "fame" to show.