
Dear Sienna, as your only fan left in the blogging world, I must inform you that I have had entirely enough of your
shenanigns with this Balthazar Getty person. I had no problem with
Shittsburg, the fact that you were misdirected in Factory Girl (so not your fault) or the fact that you are your own stylist, or even the unfortunate knowledge that your mother named you after a crayon..but, this is where I draw the line of good sense. You are a cute girl, this man is ugly, greasy, married, dresses like a drunken beret wearing French sailor and is, in general, one of the most unattractive people in d-list history. Lastly, I must point out that his name is Balthazar. Yes, his last name is Getty, thanks for pointing that out, but.. Balthazar? Really? Isn't that hard to shout out in moments of feigned ecstasy? Even with the checkbook laying in plain sight on the night stand? Kindly pack your headbands, transparent peasant blouses, boy friend jeans, gladiator sandals, love beads, anal beads,
zig zags, and your
faux LV suitcase full of Acapulco Gold and get the Hell out of there now. Listen to the DD, I've had quite enough of this tasteless beyond any reasonable comprehension fiasco...so has the rest of the world.