| 003 - Paris, France |
[Aug. 27th, 2008|05:11 pm] |
Fuck France, seriously. I literally saw someone pissing on the street today.
How are these people like, people?
I've recalled why I don't go back to France like, ever. It was fine and all when Sarah was doing her art here but I'm refusing any more modeling positions here. I totally don't even see the romance in this place. I went to a disco to pick up a shag for the night and everyone smelled terribly.
It's called a deodorizing charm. Use it. It's like the fucking dark ages of bathing here. Ugh. Revolting. Now I'm in this place that's supposed to pass for a five star hotel room and I'm not getting a shag tonight. There should be like a charity for situations like this.
At least I didn't run into those French bitches. My heels aren't nearly tall enough to go through their eyes. Not without Sarah here, at least. |
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| 002 |
[Aug. 18th, 2008|04:42 pm] |
They didn't tell us we were working with the Salvation Army pastors today. At 8 in the bleeding morning.
I think the Muggles knew I was hung over. At least Sarah's got to be the nice one.
World Cup, anyone? Number twelve's bum was in top shape, though number six was looking saggier than usual. Had a date with a bloke named Peter who droned on about Zeppelin's the entire night. I told him to kindly fuck off, I'm watching blokes on brooms. Still shagged him though, because deep down I'm a nice person and even gorgeous boring blokes need a pity-shag sometimes. I like to give back to the community.
Also, can someone tell the Quidditch Wives that they're all ugly and in dire need of some makeup charms? I don't care if that one used to be a pop bleeding princess, she looks like a horse. |
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| 001 |
[Aug. 12th, 2008|02:44 pm] |
Since when have tan lines become acceptable? It's disgusting how many girls have just let themselves go, leaving all these splotchy pale lines all over themselves. Honestly. Have some respect.
My agent woke me up before noon. Again. Now I've got to find a new agent. Again. This is getting ridiculous. Perhaps I should make sure that the new agent actually owns a clock.
Also, green is this season's colour. Tell your friends! |
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