Was momentarily fixated. You have to admit, it's rather... Unique.
I wonder if that top was actually sold. Or if they have it tailormade according to individual nipple size. Bloody bats, how will people wear that? The only part of me it would hide are my eyes. Just barely.
But other than that, the model does look stunning, does she not.
It's fascinating, the number of anorexic blogs around. Reading them is akin to living in an alternate universe. These people are criminally insane. It's quite funny. And it's very catching, that whole Love&Laxatives spirit. I looked into the mirror after and whoa man holy bananas! I. Am. Obese.
English girls should read anorexic blogs more. It'll do them some good to realize that a size 14 is not within what the rest of the world would count as 'not fat'. Honestly. It's not healthy the way they keep telling themselves they are not fat when they so evidently are. Someone should tell them how heart attacks come about.
Lindsay Lohan gives me hope. Seeing pictures of her at her thinnest, she looked almost flat-chested. I will be skinny. The footballs must go.
Anyway, going on.
I spent my National Day in pretty much a black mood. Oh, it all started out fine. And then out of nowhere at all, my uncle told me in no uncertain terms- and rather patronizingly too, I might add- "You are a socialist."
I only just managed to recover enough to spit out, "Absolutely not!" before illustrating brusquely my socio-economic/political views. I am firmly not socialist. Never. I have no sympathy whatsoever for the general public at large and no, I don't see why poor people can't just work for their own goddamn keep instead of leaching off others. I am a capitalist and I am a fascist. Socialism, at its very core, offends me.
It still makes me bristle thinking of it. So uncalled for. As far as I remember, in the immediate moments before he tainted me under the same brush as Marx and Saint-Simon, we were conversing on the very uncontroversial subject of mine not finding sportspeople attractive at all. Of course, he was looking at me as if I'd just uttered blesphemy. Jeez. It's merely that I'd much rather concern myself with people who have better things to do in life than to hop around unnecessarily. Wasn't being personal. Certainly did not warrant such abuse.
Displeased.
He being my uncle, an elder and all that notwithstanding, the fact is that he called me a socialist. That's not the kind of thing you just forgive.
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
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when even trannies are prettier than you-
it wrecks havoc on a person's self-esteem, it does.
haha
one of them looked like gary from growing up in drag
always did have a soft spot for gary
staying home alone most days.
i'm beginning to understand why housewives routinely get clinically depressed.
15's got me royally sprung
yay for bony ahbengs with curtain hair :)
Thursday, August 02, 2007
guess the thing is i want it, but i don't want it enough.