narcoterrorism
i slept like shit last night. i just kept waking up. i was really cold but i don't think that's all it was.
ali michael was sent home from the paris spring/summer 08 runway shows for gaining 5 pounds. five. pounds. they said her legs were too fat. the only show she booked was yojhi yammamoto, which if you ask me, isn't exactly small potatoes. for those who have no idea what i'm talking about, here's a picture of the gorgeous ali michael for reference.
i'm sorry, but you could pass a small child through that girl's legs with her feet bound together. she's only 17. i can't even describe how much that infuriates me. last season she was being heralded as the next great supermodel. anna wintour congratulated her on her exceptional work in the industry. now she's being sent home and whispered about because of 5 pounds.
speaking of 5 pounds, it took me just under a week to lose the 5 i gained while my dad was visiting. that is, until i ate what, like 3 MASSIVE slices of pizza last night? fucking brilliant, cat. i don't know what happened to me. no control. ever. no mercy this weekend. we'll see what the scale says on monday morning.
snowstorm from this morning until tomorrow morning. local and state police are also apparently beginning a crackdown on drunk driving and seatbelt violations, effective last night. setting up dui checkpoints all over the city and looking for people who aren't wearing seatbelts. i thought perhaps i would venture out for some adult beverages tonight, but ipd just may end up ruining my fun.
MY SPERRY TOP SIDERS CAME IN THE MAIL YESTERDAY. YESSSSSSS. YACHT ROCK, BITCHES.
alright. perhaps i should shower. work at 2, and i have a hankering for some pre-work shopping.
ali michael was sent home from the paris spring/summer 08 runway shows for gaining 5 pounds. five. pounds. they said her legs were too fat. the only show she booked was yojhi yammamoto, which if you ask me, isn't exactly small potatoes. for those who have no idea what i'm talking about, here's a picture of the gorgeous ali michael for reference.
i'm sorry, but you could pass a small child through that girl's legs with her feet bound together. she's only 17. i can't even describe how much that infuriates me. last season she was being heralded as the next great supermodel. anna wintour congratulated her on her exceptional work in the industry. now she's being sent home and whispered about because of 5 pounds.
speaking of 5 pounds, it took me just under a week to lose the 5 i gained while my dad was visiting. that is, until i ate what, like 3 MASSIVE slices of pizza last night? fucking brilliant, cat. i don't know what happened to me. no control. ever. no mercy this weekend. we'll see what the scale says on monday morning.
snowstorm from this morning until tomorrow morning. local and state police are also apparently beginning a crackdown on drunk driving and seatbelt violations, effective last night. setting up dui checkpoints all over the city and looking for people who aren't wearing seatbelts. i thought perhaps i would venture out for some adult beverages tonight, but ipd just may end up ruining my fun.
MY SPERRY TOP SIDERS CAME IN THE MAIL YESTERDAY. YESSSSSSS. YACHT ROCK, BITCHES.
alright. perhaps i should shower. work at 2, and i have a hankering for some pre-work shopping.