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EUROTRASH: THE NEW CHIC

EUROTRASH: THE NEW CHIC

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!! Want inspiration? I'll give you inspiration. I'll fucking give you estrogen! HAHAHA! Mark my words. ALL OF YOU! With all this black and "chic" bullshit going out right now, let me just say that it's time to go back to early 90's Eurotrash! Print these photos and post them on your wall -- Eurotrash is the new chic!

Front-row at Chanel Couture: Socialites Nan Kempner (Left) and Jacqueline Delubac, Victoire de Castellane, Christy Turlington, Anna Piaggi. Photo: American Vogue, April 1990.

It's amazing how some of the photos on the next page were taken 15-17 years ago. Wow. WOW!

You can never be too rich, too thin...

or have too much love.

That's right! Thanks for sending me photos of your unconditional love. Keep them coming! I love, love, love you all. I think you're all fucking fabulous. It's gonna be 2007 soon so send me MORE pictures of your love and/or my infamous pose. I'll post them all on my website.

Little Black Book & Damn "Year-End Reflection" Bullshit

Little Black Book

"I believe we write our own stories and... each time we thought we knew the end? We don't. Perhaps luck exists, somewhere between the world of planning, the world of chance and in the peace that comes from knowing that you can't just know it all. Life's funny that way. Once you let go of the wheel, you might end up right where you belong."

The question: how does a girl who jumps into a rabbit hole, plummeting into chaos, come out unchanged? The answer: she doesn't.

I know. I know.

I know. I know.

Don't laugh.

I'm comtemplating of going back to school/enrolling myself in a university. I spent the past 2 days researching all sorts of bullshit.

I'll get over it. Give me some time.

Caption This

Caption This

Here's a gift from one of my followers...

Bryanboy's GAYOMETER!

Bryanboy's GAYOMETER!

Gawd. I can't believe I spent 5 hours on this shit. I was dead bored earlier and all I did was troll around one of my favourite forums online and rate my minions' pictures! Dozens upon dozens upon dozens of them. I completely lost track of time. It's fucking 9:02AM and I've been up all night! I'll do this post and I'll go straight to bed.

THINSPIRATION

THINSPIRATION

This is tragic. I don't know whether to laugh or cry. HAHHAHA! Yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk! I found these really hideous (at the same time, thinspirational) photos of me in London circa 1998. Look how ENORMOUS and MASSIVE those size 24 waist leather pants... and look at the arms! God I miss the old days when I weighed NO MORE THAN 80 POUNDS!!!!! All these faggots with wasting disease around the world are busy barebacking each other, smoking crystal meth and contracting every disease known to humanity... well bitch please, crystal meth is sooo dark ages ago and I've gone through that stage wayyyy earlier than you sad fucks! LOL

I hope this photo serve as a reminder to everyone that there was a time in my life that I was BEYOOOOOND emaciated. I know I'm fucking obese these days so please spare me from all the fattie jokes. Those size 00 hollywood bitches got nothing on me when I was a child!! Ugh!!  Good thing all I had for dinner the other day was a tablespoon of raisins. I need to get back to my old, bone-thin glory -- anyone got a bag of tina out there?

Mark my words asssholes...2007 = liposuction.

ANA MIA where are you? I want my membership back!

CALL NOW -- MY MANGINA IS WAITING!

CALL NOW -- MY MANGINA IS WAITING!

(One guy even asked me what my views are about the USA's involvement in IRAQ. Go figure. I want questions like that!)

I'll update in a bit. I love you all!

This is sooo wrong.

This is sooo wrong.

Here's one for the camera. Trust me, it was the other way around when it came to the bedroom. Hahaha! Ever been fucked by an anorexic midget with a cock wayyyy bigger than yours? That's the story of my life. I'm kidding.

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Mauricio: Is your friend still with you? There's too much estrogen when you get together.

Me: I need a REAL man. Or someone who is at least 6ft.

Mauricio: with REAL money

Me: and have some sort of body hair. Just a teeny tiny bit.

Me: a dominant masculine man. that's what i need.

Mauricio: Dodi Al Fayed.

*blink*

Is it over yet?

Is it over yet?

7.35AM, sleepless in the third world. Everyone in this household is asleep and I'm the only one wide-awake. Is Christmas over yet? If you haven't noticed, I tried my best avoiding the word "Christmas" in the past few weeks. I thought I had it bad last year for spending Christmas ALONE in Paris (ok, it wasn't that bad cause I had sex at an alleyway in Marais with a random stranger) but no, this year is probably the worst Christmas EVER.

There's something in the air that's just not... right.

Season's Greetings!

Season's Greetings!

Watch what you shove down your gob tonight, assholes!! Don't succumb to temptation -- ignore the familia de horreur and all the faggots around you. Let them revel in warm, home-made blinis, caviar, canapes, deviled eggs, seared foie gras, cheese, ham, fine wine and other Christmas delicacies. Afterall, you don't want to be the one crying their heart out next year for being fat. Eating is a disease and food is the enemy.

As for me, here's what I'm having tonight.

Enjoy the festive season and happy thinspirational holidays from me to you.

Love,
Your favourite third world fag.

Obsession du Jour: Pierre Hardy

Obsession du Jour: Pierre Hardy

I love, love, love Pierre Hardy! Pierre Hardy is responsible for designing shoes for Balenciaga and Hermès. Winter is well underway in Europa but if your visa card ain't maxed out, it's not yet too late to whip out your mobile and that old piece of plastic (yes, the one with lots of cocaine residue on the sides) to do some last-minute F/W shopping. Go right ahead -- call the Paris boutique to order some of his delectable confections at +33.1.42.60.59.75 or email boutique@pierrehardy.com. Tell them I sent you. Who knows, they might send me a gift afterwards. And you know how MUUCCCHH I love presents. Haha! *wink*

My favourite:

More drool-worthy goods after the jump.

Nan Kempner's Closet says "Hello!"

Nan Kempner's Closet says "Hello!"

NYC socialite extraordinaire Nan Kempner is the height of chic.

I love her. I really do. I still haven't recovered from her death. She's one of the world's most fabulous women. NO OTHER RICH BITCH CAN DELIVER MORE THAN HER! It's one thing to be wealthy and excessive... it's another thing to be ABSOLUTELY CHIC. She totally embodied perfection: a fabulous rail-thin body, first-hand access to all the world's finest couture and lastly, a heart made out of gold. She made herself useful to society by raising hundreds of millions of dollars for charity.

Get ready to masturbate you fucking five dollar whores!!! I jacked off soo many times looking at these photos -- THEY ARE WAYYYY BETTER THAN INTERRACIAL GANGBANG QUADRUPLE-ANAL CREAMPIE PORN!!!!!!!

Ladies and Gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones!

Ladies and Gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones!

Those disgusting Asian-American FOBs pretending they're black and fabulous got nothing on me and they can all lick my Filipino ass crack. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones!!!!!!!

I NEED A CAREER ON BLACK ENTERTAINMENT TELEVISION!!!!! Is Tyra hiring?

Slaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaveeeee to the rhythmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!!!

Eunice: "Baboosh!"

Eunice: "Baboosh!"

*pause for drama effect*

I would like to request a minute of silence to mourn my loss.