Remember just a year ago when we all felt sorry for Brandi Glanville having to deal with the crazy loon that is Leann Rimes? I know Leann is still crazy, but this Christmas, Brandi managed to lap her on the crazy track. Luann has calmed down with the inappropriate pictures of Brandi’s kids on her twitter timeline. This year she only mentioned that they were there opening toys. She tweeted happy pictures of her singing on stage somewhere with Eddie.
Meanwhile, Brandi was losing her ever-loving mind on twitter having her parents and her grandmother spend their holidays learning how to give the bird to “haters.” Then on December 26th she posted a blog on Bravo that was simply three paragraphs of vitriol. Profanity makes up a whopping 20% of her New Year’s message.
So congrats, Leann. You win Christmas this year.
Let’s take a look at Brandi’s latest blog:
As of today I have a new outlook.
Yay! It is always a good thing to have a new outlook when the new year approaches. It’s a great time for a bit of self-assessment.
No more feeling sorry for myself because I had a rough year or some pathetic, phony famewh— can’t stop talking about me and throwing bulls— labels my way.
See Brandi, someone should have told you to stop that sentence after the word year. I would say getting a contract renewal from Bravo, and having your first book published, and getting a new home for you and your boys was a pretty good year.
But then the projecting begins. Regardless of Joyce, you are, and have always been a GIGANTIC FAMEHORE. Have you ever heard the one about glass houses? Also, you seem to be way more concerned with her than she is with you. You can’t attack a random woman that you find intimidating and then cry when she points out how out of line your behavior is. Have you heard the one about those who can dish it out but can’t take it? Have you ever considered taking responsibility for your behavior rather than blaming the victim?
I know exactly who I am — and that is a good person who says stupid s– sometimes and lives without prejudice in my life.
Define “good person.” I have found that people who continually self identify as a “good person” usually are not. When I think of a good person, I think of someone who is polite to people. Someone who makes sure that the new person is not treated as badly as they were when they were new. A good person would reach out to the new girl and show her the ropes. She would remember what it was like when she was new. A good person doesn’t lead the hazing committee. Perhaps your definition is different.
I was a hot-mess for part of this season, and I fully f—ing admit that. I’d like to say thank you to the people in my life that love me through the good times and the rough times and who don’t jump ship because I’m not having my best year. Also thank you to my friends in the Twitter-verse and on social media that have been a huge support to me, even before I started this rollercoaster of a ride on reality TV. THANK YOU!!!
Fully fucking admitting something is great. Your drunken behavior was obnoxious and rude. This leaves you with two choices, fully fucking admitting it and saying I am what I am, deal with it. Or fully fucking admitting it, regretting it, and apologizing to the appropriate people. What is not an acceptable choice is fully fucking admitting it, continuing to be hateful toward your target, and trying to be the victim. That is NOT a choice.
Thanking people who support you is great. UNLESS who you are really thanking are enablers that tell you that your behavior is just fine.
For the assh—s that write hateful tweets or said mean things to me because I am not perfect and clearly you are, please, please, please F— OFF, F— YOU, GO F— YOURSELF, AND FINALLY SHUT THE F— UP!
I have never agreed with random people attacking any of y’all on twitter. It’s fucking ridiculous. Acknowledging their existence is even more ridiculous. Block them and quit whining.
2014 is a new year and it’s going to be good! I can’t wait for this reunion. It’s about to be f—ing on!!! Bring it bitches.
Oh, I see. So the “new outlook” is just like the old outlook. You are going to go on the reunion and be a giant cunt. Why am I not surprised.