Sunday, September 10, 2006
Let's All Blame Somebody Else
Errrggh. Got a slight hangover now, and a mountain of work to wade through.
Not a good combination.
You were wrong, you were right.
Anyway, after reading some article, I've realised that there are benefits to being a bit curvier, as opposed to being a stick and having clothes hang off a broom-stick-like frame.
Show your curves, girls. Don't have a body like a boy's.
Have some cushin' for the pushin'.
Could there be *gasp* hope for me and my dysfunctional relationship with my body??
Neh. Probably not. The next time I go on to Hollywood Rag or flip the next New Woman or Who or some other trashy toilet paper mag, WHAM!BLAM! Back to fat-house mentality.
It's all your fault, LOHAN. Yeah YOU! Crazy-assed crack whore.
Or if it isn't Hohan's fault, it's society's fault. Or the media. Or my peers. The magazines. TV shows. Mischa Barton. Rachel Bilson. Nicole Richie (especially her). Or it's the fault of all men in the world. It's the fault of all the newborn babies. It's the fault of people with Down's syndrome. It's my parents' fault. It's my siblings' fault. It's my lit teacher's fault. All the greyhounds in the world deserve great blame for parading around and winning heaps of money for their bourgeois owners at race tracks, thanks in huge part to their bony stick physique.
Let's all blame somebody else. It's the hallmark of our society.
Not a good combination.
You were wrong, you were right.
Anyway, after reading some article, I've realised that there are benefits to being a bit curvier, as opposed to being a stick and having clothes hang off a broom-stick-like frame.
Show your curves, girls. Don't have a body like a boy's.
Have some cushin' for the pushin'.
Could there be *gasp* hope for me and my dysfunctional relationship with my body??
Neh. Probably not. The next time I go on to Hollywood Rag or flip the next New Woman or Who or some other trashy toilet paper mag, WHAM!BLAM! Back to fat-house mentality.
It's all your fault, LOHAN. Yeah YOU! Crazy-assed crack whore.
Or if it isn't Hohan's fault, it's society's fault. Or the media. Or my peers. The magazines. TV shows. Mischa Barton. Rachel Bilson. Nicole Richie (especially her). Or it's the fault of all men in the world. It's the fault of all the newborn babies. It's the fault of people with Down's syndrome. It's my parents' fault. It's my siblings' fault. It's my lit teacher's fault. All the greyhounds in the world deserve great blame for parading around and winning heaps of money for their bourgeois owners at race tracks, thanks in huge part to their bony stick physique.
Let's all blame somebody else. It's the hallmark of our society.
# posted by me lah @ 10:14 am 
