Julia: Another Privacy Violation

- My date last night, snuggling with my puppy.24 minutes ago from TwitPic

Yes, this is apparently Jackles and Rambo's MBA plaything. She felt the need to Twitter his picture. But, you know, it's not like he knows what Twitter is or anything so it's not like he's ever going to know that after one date she was posting his picture on the Internet for thousands of strangers to see.

Who is this aimed at, do you suppose? Mary? Or that Eater Guy?

Julia: Solid Gold Twitting

This sequence of Tweets is such classic Jackles. And .... ewwwww. Ewww on every front.

I guess I'm going on a last minute first date tonight. Can I wear sweats? It's another one sent to me via matchmaker!about 9 hours ago from web

[ED: Did your bible "The Rules" teach you nothing, Jackles? Agreeing to a date at 11 p.m. on a snowy Sunday night spells D-E-S-P-E-R-A-T-E. If you're going to abide by the no-sex rule from "The Rules," you should abide by all of them.]

I don't feel like flirting right now - or even being particularly pleasant. This guy isn't going to know what hit him. Why did I say yes?!?about 8 hours ago from web

[ED: You're not kidding. Did you get the wonk straightened out? How about the bobby pins? Still in place?]

He better be cute, damnit.about 8 hours ago from txt

[ED: Cute on the outside but something seriously not right on the inside if he's getting a dating service to find him at date at 11 p.m. on a Sunday night.]

Oh noooooooo @MaryRambin!!! It's that guy you went out with two weeks ago!!!!about 8 hours ago from txt

[ED: Ewww.]

Jesus. He's hot, a doctor with an MBA. But ... I want to go home.about 8 hours ago from txt

[ED: Upon the realization that this is someone your "sister" dated recently, this is the point in which a normal person says: "Hi, sorry, I feel a bit weird about this so I'm going to call it a night. Thanks anyway." And then you go home and you give the dating service hell. Also ... nice glimpse into your mrs.com soul there, Jackles. That MBA ... so integral.]

Well, isn't it always the case that the dates you care least about end up going the best? This guy is a CATCH. But @MaryRambin has 1st dibs.about 4 hours ago from web

[ED: Do I sense a frenemy bidding war looming? Ewwww.]

For those who were asking: I twittered while he was at the bar getting drinks. Also, no, he does not follow me-or even know what twitter is!about 4 hours ago from web

[ED: You see, everyone, as long as your date DOESN'T KNOW you're broadcasting every minute of your date to an audience of thousands of strangers, that's all that matters. It's simple, really -- just conceal from your men your true nature. That way you're guaranteed to find your only dates coming via a matchmaking service at 11 p.m. on a Sunday night. OMFG!! I. Am. So. Freaking! Happy!!!]

And for those wondering, here was the most to-point Tweet from one of her followers:

treydalton: @juliaallison Well I'm sure he's thrilled to be there with an unenthused girl who's twittering the whole time....lucky guy ... about 8 hours ago

Julia: Let's Continue To Pretend We're 12

A sneak peek into my look for the 34 degree LOVE sculpture photoshoot with talented photographer William Marc.

Jackles: The same photographer who got stuck with the bill at the karaoke bar last night and is now wandering the city Tweeting about how he's got no money? Classy!

Also -- arranging for a fame-whore photographer to take photos of you for your own personal Fame Fantasy Collection is not a photo shoot, bunny. And psssssssst. You might want to gaze upon yourself in the mirror again. It looks like someone's stuck a maxi-pad to your head without your knowledge! Awkward!

Did ANYONE have fun times at Yulia's sad birthday purty?

Not her.


Not her.



Not her, it seem.


Oh wait, HER!!!!!!!! There are many cupcake photographias too, but it hurt by heart to post them since they are there for obvious photo fakiness reasons. I have the sad face. Where is an ox I can snuggle with?

Julia: OMG! In 364 Days I'll Be 29!! I. AM. SO. HAPPY!

Is it just us, or does it look like Rambo's smiling through gritted teeth here and is really wanting to snap Jackles's limb off like a twig? You can almost see the thought balloon: "How much more of this BULLSHIT am I expected to endure?" Also, Rambo so outshone the birthday girls in terms of hotness at this so-called party. She looked phenomenal. Rambs: Never plaster your hair back again. THIS is your look!


Oh dear. This is simply unpleasant. And poor Michael McDonald got stuck with the bill. Don't worry about it, though, Jackles. Just hoover back a few more cupcakes and let the hired photographer pay for them. Oink.com!


Wonk in full display here. Perhaps fatigue makes it worse? Shouldn't the Botox be leeching out by now?