You had to know this was inevitable: The Diablo Cody n00dz have arrived, and they include pierced nipples, acrylic nails and multicolored dreadlocks! Because the Internets like to humiliate people who are doing well for themselves.

Remember those million dollar shoes we showed you Friday? Well, the price tag came as a shock to Juno writer Diablo Cody, who took to her MySpace page to clear the air:

I must have somehow missed the part where my shoes cost a MILLION F**KING DOLLARS and my 'choice' of footwear would be publicized nationwide. I honestly thought they were just sparkly shoes.

I'm flattered that they picked me (surprise!) to wear the Pimp Shooz… [but] I'm actually really p**sed about this… They're using me to publicize their stupid shoes and NOBODY ASKED ME. I would never consent to a lame publicity stunt at a time when I already want to hide.

Diablo sported gold ballet flats on the red carpet before her big Oscar win for best original screenplay. We tend to agree that the thought of spending a million dollars to craft a pair of shoes seems ridiculous, but this whole thing just reeks of "publicity stunt."

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Interweb site Something Awful has published the first few pages of Quotey, the latest screenplay* penned by quirky Juno scribe Diablo Cody.

The film focuses on an eccentric yet successful screenwriter and her zany, "indie" friends, and hilarity ensues!

The first full page, scribbled margins and all, is after the jump. The rest you can find here.

_{* Of course it's totally fucking fake. The sad thing is, with a hundred more pages, it could be a hit, and there's an Academy Award nomination to prove it.}

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Have you seen Juno, the newest quirky comedy in this anachronistic epidemic of pro-life films? If you're like us, every bossy "liberal" with Pitchfork bookmarked has been talking your ear off about how it's so true, making you even less interested in paying $12 to watch it.

The script was written by an ex-stripper named Diablo Cody, and we think fans assume her history lends the movie authenticity. And it might, but we don't know for sure because we haven't seen it.

We are sure of one thing, though: We're sick of hearing about Juno. Sick of it. Absolutely done with it. And our disgust is due in large part to articles like this from the Los Angeles Times, entitled "Tomboy Chic" (blech!):

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