Scheana Shay’s Hooker Book

Someone needs to bring this delusional bitch down to size, I volunteer as tribute. Ahem. Scheana Shay and her weird ass chin, the only reason she made it on The New York Times bestseller list is due to the celebrities she’s fucked. She’s a pass around. A Hollywood hooker. An easy lay. A pick me. No one cares about her, it’s about what the famous men were like in bed. She isn’t interesting and has zero standards. She’ll do anybody, women, men, married, threesomes, fivesomes, girl get a clue. Only she could be a non playing character in her own story.

Stassi Schroeder doesn’t have to lay on her back, get on her knees, and blab her fucking mouth to sell books. Scheana’s so unlikable she pushed her ex-husband into drug addiction and the other into an affair. Trust if it weren’t for Summer Moon, Brock would be gone with the wind sweetie. She’s the epitome of tedium. Topping it off she’s racists af. So happy she’s hell bound. Lisa Vanderpump doesn’t need her. She never has been, and never will be That girl. Where’s the lie? None were told. Via: ByeWigHelloDrama

The Valley: Lally Versus Lally

I was unable to decide between contentious divorcees Michelle and Jesse Lally, both sides have done their fair share of villainous sh*t slinging, making it difficult to choose. Until Michelle forced viewers into watching scenes featuring Lala Kent & Scheana Shay. That being said, I’m officially team Jesse. Lala and Scheana are annoying clout chasers. I got The Valley on television by proving Faith Stowers is an Uncle Tom, participating in a hate crime against me (upcoming article). Clearing the names of Kristen Doute, Jax Taylor, Stassi Schroeder and Brittany Cartwright.

Lala Kent and Scheana Shay not only aided in bullying me based on my gender and race, they thought themselves above the booted stars, now you’re trying to join them? The cast is perfect as is, all they’ll do is ruin it. No thanks. We don’t want you. Karma. Via: CiciLovesYou, BravooOmg, Blocked_By_Jax, BravoAndBotox & EverythingHWives

Twenty Twenty Three Was Lit

This year was good to me overall, despite my cat’s death leaving me bereaved throughout. Being immortalized by The Rolling Stones via Hackney Diamonds, is a highlight of my life. Mick Jagger putting me on the cover is literally the ending of Almost Famous. Where Russell Hammond tells Rolling Stone Magazine to run the story, after gaslighting William. He’s just like oh yeah, I lied about him lying.
It’s also like Vanderpump Rules with Jax finally admitting to Stassi he got that girl pregnant in Vegas. After ruining her life, turning her friends against her. All of them leaving Stassi stranded with Frank, while they rode her birthday limo back to the hotel with Jax.
It’s also like The Real Housewives Of Atlanta, Apollo confessing he lied about Kenya Moore hitting on him. He’s just like oh well, what’s done is done. After years of having her name dragged through the mud as a home wrecker. He felt nothing about tarnishing her reputation (Kandi’s reaction had me in tears from laughter). Men will really have you out here looking crazy. Making me grateful I grew up on classic rock and the feminism of female rappers (read My Neck My Back With Attico and Black Women As Lab Rats).

If 2023 did one thing, it’s solidify the universal law of three’s. All of my evil elite drama started in 2020, with my truth being validated three years later. Transforming me into an entirely different person, no longer naïve about people I once idolized. Financially stable, debt free, Goddess powers activated by my twin flame, my familiar leaving me as I’ve learned to be a true witch, my PTSD episodes decreasing due to removing triggers, I’ve changed the world. My proudest achievements being creating critical thinkers, not sheep, getting justice for L’wren Scott and beating the ass of my enemies. I could go on, but you get it. You’ve been good to me 2023 (especially in lawsuits), I’m gonna miss you. Love always, Athena. Via: The Rolling Stones