Trashy Taria With Tourettes

Why do they all hate me?

I mean, seriously, I've done nothing wrong. JLo's Buttocks! I may be famous, but I got here on my own merits. It wasn't the casting-couch scenario that often accompanies great fame...that wasn't my path. I got here on talent, and talent only. Penis! So what if I'm a fantastic singer, or a great beauty. Does that make me wrong? It shouldn't. Pointy Boobies! But, I find myself wondering if the public actually likes to hate me, or is it something I've done? Jesus Christ My Pussy!

I try to go back...way back, to the time when I first got discovered. I was on a reality show 'America Embraces You (In a good way)'. I was the innocent one, the likable one and the honest one (at least that is what they told me). Somehow I don't believe them anymore. Cocksucker! Was it something they did? Did they start this avalanche of bad publicity? All those losers who couldn't hold a note, or dance the two-step. I bet it was them. Pussy!

It really doesn't matter now though. Grab My Snatch! Why just yesterday I was in the grocery store and while waiting in line, an old woman behind me starting talking to her friend.

"Poor girl," she whispered (although I heard). "Fell on some hard times. But it's her fault. All that flirting and snatching away other women's husbands. And the language!"

I wanted to protest. I should have. Large Penis! I haven't stolen any husbands. Enormous Piss slit! I haven't flirted...much. And yet the old woman stated the information as fact to her friend. As FACT. Filthy Cocksucker!

That's what I can't understand. No matter how well you live you life, if you happen to be a busty female, with an amazing smile and a winning personality, you are automatically filed away under 'floozy'. Dripping Cunt! You can save all the children in Africa. You can stop global warming and bring the price of gas down to a penny, and all they still see you for is your golden locks and plunging cleavage. Slippery Rod! I mean, I've been in several Lifetime movies alongside Sissy Spaceack and Sella I. Ward, dealing with the tragic circumstance of battered and abused teenage girls, who sell themselves to the African diamond mines (via Montreal Canada), and have many unplanned pregnancy. while hooked on smack. I thought films of that caliber would erase any idea that I was a good-for-nothing bimbet. Enlarged Vulva!

Alas, it doesn't seem that way. Why just today in the latest issue of 'The Rag' I was photographed itching myself in my no-no place. Honestly! I was trying to swat at a spider. I swear. Testicles! But, oh no. These filthy photographers sell this pic and without even consulting me, they print a large bold headline 'Trashy Taria with Tourettes'. I didn't know you could catch that in your no-no place. Penis Play!

Oh well, I guess I've done enough venting for today. Hopefully all those who read this in my book understand my plight. Roll around in my Vagina!

I am a good person. Dirty Cocksucker! Really I am.