Looks like someone finally took my advice, just when I thought she became a little punk bitch. Julia Fox apparently still is the girl I knew growing up, throwing pigeons on people in the park for talking shit (read East Side Middle School Alumni). I thought Kim Kardashian sucked the dignity, grit and intellect out of her clout chasing being, but alas she allowed a Goddess to guide her. Now you’ll see why I document everything. Not only did Kanye West date her to spite Kim and myself, thanks to the aforementioned article, but I gave her the fashion advice. I didn’t know she’d be smart enough to screenshot it, gather a posse using my approval, and run to the network that dropped the Kardashian Jenners, E! She really is the Georgina Sparks to my Blair Waldorf.
Below you’ll find the proof. I felt compassionate enough to help for her kids sake, since Kim Kardashian was annihilating her. September 8th 2023, I told her a huge reason Kim hates her and how to use it to her advantage. Fashion. Julia is better at it than Kim. While Julia can wear everything Kim wears, Kim can’t wear everything Julia wears.
Although it looks like I’m logged into both profiles on Instagram, I’m really on my blog account, Saint_Twenty. I’ll admit watching someone you’ve known the entirety of your life get dragged mercilessly, although deserved, made me feel 10% bad. I knew she stood no chance without me. Granted she betrayed me, it helped me incriminate them. Julia Fox is crucial in my Kardashian Jenner West takedown. That article is coming this week. Side note: before you step to my face, know your fucking place. In the same time you sat around as ex-peers, running your mouths invalidating the truth, look at where I am, look at you. I was always the star and humble enough to dumb myself down. You knew it. Earn my thinking you’re relevant k? K…NEXT. Everything reminded me of why I don’t hang out with children in adult bodies, letting some loser dictate rather than be their own person.
Not only am I a Goddess, I went to Emerson College for marketing. I know wtf I’m doing, I know what I’m talking about (this is shade at Sebastian Stan’s team). It’s one of the best colleges. While people grow up in podunk dreaming of my city, I grew up a socialite on the Upper East Side. There are levels. Having (mostly) multiple men go through toxic lengths to hold you back and abuse you, from family by marriage, to employers, to ex-fiancés, is what made my life difficult. When a Goddess speaks you fucking listen, also notice who I don’t fuck with. Emily Meade, that’s my nigga hardbody, her bff I documented you, basic white racist bitch. Athena Via: E! & Saint_Twenty
