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How do you feel about this headline?:
As said by writer Ben Jackson:
"Scientists warned that the increase in big-eaters means more food production — a major cause of CO2 gas emissions warming the planet. Overweight people are also more likely to drive, adding to environmental damage. Dr Phil Edwards, of the London School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine, said: 'Moving about in a heavy body is like driving in a gas guzzler.' Each fat person is said to be responsible for emitting a tonne more of climate-warming carbon dioxide per year than a thin one. It means an extra BILLION TONNES of CO2 a year is created, according to World Health Organisation estimates of overweight people. The scientists say providing extra grub for them to guzzle adds to carbon emissions that heat up the world, melting polar ice caps, raising sea levels and killing rain forests. The environmental impact of fat humans is made even worse because they are more likely to travel by car — another major cause of carbon emissions."
Does this mean it's okay to starve myself to haute couture status so I can help fight global warming? I think so. Leo DiCaprio and Al Gore would be proud. As well as Karl Lagerfeld!!!
Move out of the way, bitches. I got to show off my Maison Martin Margiela jacket. Shoulderpads!
First of all, I'd like to thank everyone who greeted me, called, texted, showed up to the bar, etc. You guys are amazing. When I woke up, I was really dreading being 23 until my Grandma called and gave me some spiritual words of wisdom. After that, it made me realize that I'm still young and I can do anything. And after THAT, I walked around town and threw my berét in the air a la Mary Tyler. Kidding.
I have a deeper appreciation in life. Although it's been rocky, I had a heart to heart with the guy of my dreams. It was really needed. I also got to hang out with mi familia and my mom cooked my favorite dish. Then it took me 3 fuckin' hours to get ready to dance my ass off. I had to rework on my hair a few times because it kept looking trashé. Everyone who's important in my life showed up. And we danced the whole night away.
By the end of the night, a friend and I went to her apartment and had some more heart to heart. Prior to that, she fought with the clerk at 7-11 over a bottle of champagne. We also boozed till 5am, watched 80's video on YouTube, and practiced our runway all night. I truly adore our friendship. Especially because she is as fierce as Iris Chacon. Now that is how you do a fab B'Day.
Sorry for the lack of posts lately, my horrid life is preventing me from posting entries about...my horrid life. Now that the waters are starting to settle, I'll have more time, I'm sure. It seems like I've become less vibrant, so said a co-worker of mine. There was one day where my boss asked me if I was okay. Just because I'm not yapping, doesn't mean I'm depressed. I just go through phases where I bide my time. And besides, it takes up a lot of energy to constantly fag out.
I guess the root of it is that I'm at a point in life where my metabolism is slowing down, I'm in dire need of lipo and botox because this bitch is turning 23 next Tuesday. RIGHT?! Disgusting! I'm already going through mid-life crisis. Whatever.
Anyways, I walked near my computer the other day and out of nowhere, a book fell off the shelf. Huh..."The Devil Wears Prada". I call it fate. I have yet to finish the book and I always felt guilty that I haven't. I know I'm five years too late but better late than never. God, Andy Sachs in the book is such a cunt. And reading about skinny girls motivates me to be skinny. Nothing tastes as good as thin feels.
Disclaimer: I'm only half kidding. Please don't starve yourself. Leave that to professionals such as myself and La Lohan.
"And Andrea...
That Is All."
P.S. I'm happy that I'm pushing myself towards my dream. I'll update about that very soon.
Don't worry folks, Rihanna is okay. Just look at her smile with her eyes! She's totally singing "Take A Bow"
Anyways, it has been brought to my attention that people want me to comment on Rihanna and Chris Brown's "Ike & Tina" story. All I gotta say is, No one fucks with my Princess RiRi. And we all know that she totally has new material to sing about. And make a club remix to. Werq it Rihanna!
For this past week, I've been wearing (More than usual) black outfits just for Rihanna. Clearly, today was my "Take A Bow" outfit. Tomorrow is my "Disturbia" outfit. I'm totally gonna wear my feathered headress and Balenciaga gladiator heels for my meeting with my styling client. Ferosh, no?! I'm totally stressed busting my second job (well, more like my side project for now. pro bono work is so fun right?). Who knew shopping for clothes and fitting them on sexy gorgeous men was such hard work! And all those insurance papers to fill out just to borrow expensive shit?! Aye. I guess it's worth it. I'm one step closer to building my styling portfolio and reaching for my career goal. Although I'm on the bottom of the "stylist totem pole", it doesn't mean I have to look haggard. I'm totally bustin' my balls in my cute Dior Homme shirt, Gucci suede loafers and Givenchy necklace (and no, they don't have the logo on the clothes. Try to be minimal with that, Mmkay?).
By the way, Big Props to Jaime Fabuleux and the team of Sephora Costa Mesa for Loving it, Living it, Werqing it, Owning it, and especially Loving ME! That reminds me, I need some fuckin Dior DiorShow Mascara in color 090 or 698. Get one for me, you haute sluts.
This bitch needs comments. Love me!
GOD! I am such a Fatty Patty Boom Boom. 99% of the people I know would not think so but being a person who lost 60 lbs. in the last two years, I can tell I've put on the extra pounds over a period of 3 months. I'm just very hard on myself because I've worked all the fat out and gaining it back would be a waste of time and effort I've already put into it. So starting today, No more In-N-Outs (I shouldn't be eating that crap anyways since the company invested money for Yes on Prop 8) and more food I've prepared myself. At least I know what I'm eating AND since recession is FINALLY hitting me, I can't afford a Venti Iced Upside-Down Caramel Macchiato with an Extra Shot every other day.
I have to work harder on my excercise routine. I have to dance to "Single Ladies" twice a day now. Leotard and all.
I need to go back to my emaciated days, just in time for Haute Couture season. I just realized that I am so living the "Lindsay Lohan Life." I go through phases. One minute, I'm full figured; then ultra coked out skinny; and then go Lesbien; and now Lindsay is semi-lez and skinny all over again. I guess that's the phase I need to go through. Anyways, for short, I gotta keep my weight in control. Cause I don't wanna end up like Oprah. Or Worse...Tyra.
P.S. Although I think I look shiteous in that pic, my hair and makeup looks amazing. HAHA. And my pose. Totally smiling with my eyes. Rihanna, is dat chu?!
