Typepad Outage Outrage!
[BREAKING NEWS: SONNY BABY, THANKS FOR LEAVING A COMMENT ON MY SITE. ALL THE PHOTOS YOU TOOK FOR HINTMAG/LANVIN/BALENCIAGA/AND ALL THE AUTUMN/WINTER 06/07 ARE BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU’RE A FANTASTIC PHOTOGRAPHER! IF EVER YOU DROP BY HERE IN THE THIRD WORLD PLEASE TAKE A PHOTO OF ME AND MAKE ME LOOK PRETTY AND E-M-A-C-I-A-T-E-D. Photoshop if you must. LOL I’ll even give you blowjob if you take super super nice photos of me. Otherwise, keep those Bryanboy poses coming (shit, Fendi used it on their ad campaign those assholes hahaha) and "I LOVE BRYANBOY" sign pics. I’d die die die die die and I’ll forever be indebted if you can get either Werbowy, Stegner, Boscono, Zimmerman, Galliano, Lagerfeld, Elbaz or Ghesquire to hold a sign hahaha. *kidding*
Visit Sonny Vandevelde Fashion Photographer Extraordinare’s blog at http://www.sonnyphotos.typepad.com/. Click here to see the work he did for Hintmag. Everything from Yves Saint Laurent to Rochas, Lanvin and Balenciaga. Names, names, names. He’s your man! He’s the reason why fugly mortals like me try hard to catch an eating disorder (I eat too much) and/or salivate over pictures of THE beautiful ones!!
I LOVE SONNY AND I LOVE HIS FRIENDS ALREADY!!!!!! Hahahaha! Here’s his friend Marc. Woohoo!
OK. I have a TV interview tomorrow so it’s wise for me to just do my daily flush while it’s early and go straight to bed. Early to bed, early to rise, makes an ugly fat faggot pretty, skinny and wise!
(You gotta congratulate me. I just embarked on this popcorn diet and boy I got diarrhea today!!!!!!!! Remember what I said before? Diarrhea and dehydration is your best friend.
I’m fuming with anger! Typepad has a lot of explaining to do cause some of my new entries, drafts and comments got lost. It’s not just my blog that got affected but hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of other Typepad-hosted blogs.
I have no idea why Typepad crashed yesterday. According to BlueOregon, Typepad went down for six hours … I’m sure it’s longer than that cause I didn’t go to bed till around 7AM my time. I was patiently waiting for Typepad to be back up cause I wanted to post something about my latest obsession, Tyra Banks. I’ll talk about her later…
Sunglasses by Gucci, t-shirt from Topshop, jacket from Dries Van Noten, bag from Chanel, corduroy pants from Christian Dior, boots from Chanel
I went out this afternoon to do some errands. I LOOOOOVE THE WEATHER! Rainy season is the best time of the year here in the third world. It rained cats and dogs over the past few days… it’s sooo beautiful outside, gray skies and all.
The beginning of the end?
I’m telling you, in this town, when it rains it pours. It’s all gonna be downhill from this point onwards unless someone rescues me.
I just had the most embarassing experience in my life. EVAR. I’d say tonight was one of the worst nights out and I’ve never, ever humiliated myself so much to the point where I wished the ground would split and swallow me alive. If you think you’ve had it bad, well, I had it REAAAAAAAALLY bad. I planned on having a really nice time out today but after what happened, it’s rather appropriate for me to temporarily wallow in shame.
Look at that face. LOL I’ve got a bald patch like Victoria Beckham ZOMG!
Jacket from Zara, shirt from CK Calvin Klein, jeans from Acne Jeans (Sweden), bag from Louis Vuitton, shoes from Louis Vuitton, brooch from Rustan’s (Manila).
UGH!!!!!! I really don’t want to talk about it but the hell. No one can help me forget about it unless I get it out of my system. Delete delete delete erase erase erase abort abort abort it out of my system. My blog is the best outlet I’ve ever had, it’s therapeutic and it’s better than going to the shrink.
It’s KARAOKE NIGHT AT Bryanboy.com!
I owe y’all a podcast. It’s been months since my voice was last heard by thousands people worldwide but I’ve been extremely busy on things. I know many of you miss my hardcore nails-on-the-chalkboard drugfucked drag queen voice so here’s a couple of tracks I recorded ESPECIALLY FOR YOU. I’ve been wanting to go karaoke-ing but nobody I know wants to do so because of the fear of embarassing themselves.
The hell with it. Why bother going to a karaoke when you can do it at home!
I believe in REINCARNATION!!
You read that right maggots! What I am about to tell you is really spooky.
One of my readers recently emailed me saying he visited his friend last week and found a picture of his friend’s mother on the wall.
The above photo was taken in 1933 somewhere in Mission Beach, North Queensland, Australia. Her name is Tippy and she’s Estonian.
Is that me in my previous life?
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