You're not sorry that Casey Johnson died, Tila Tequila, you scumbag.
You could give a shit about a girl who died from substance abuse that you publicly encouraged when her friends and family were trying to reach out to her before something like this happened. The idea that you would show up to meet her family and then start shit over Twitter just shows what a dirt bag you've always been, using this whole catastophe to try and boost your fameball status.
I don't even have to make any cracks about your looks or your intelligence or your morality, because you've effectively turned yourself into such a self-parodying, ugly embarrassment professional that even Paris Hilton can't take you seriously. When you vomit to the paparazzi press such things as Casey's dogs being put "to sleep to bury with Casey" and then Twittering your promise to get back at Nicky and Paris for such a heinous act, you take all the work out of scorning you, because everyone's sitting here hating you without me having to do anything. When you slather your ugly ass all over the internet to venerate yourself about how you knew something was wrong with "wifey", when it appears you only knew Casey Johnson for about a month before she died, you make it easy for people to judge you as not only an attention whore, but a dirty, disgusting, drug-using slut that has no place in the world other than the slimely underbelly of L.A. Please stay there. When you use a person's death as a means to get in front of a camera and bitch about the people who cared about her, and then try to assert to the internet, of all things, that you are experiencing some kind of sadness or loss or remorse, you have made it exceptionally easy for us all to collectively proclaim, "No, you're not." Things you are not: attractive, sad, sorry, human(pic via Gawker)
