Ways to impress me
Jul. 10th, 2006 09:23 amIt ain't July 10th unless someone's starting some drama.
I awake to this being waved about by Cass who is screaming foul, foul, FOUL. Agreed that putting a bow right on a trio of fat girls is cruel.
But this is my favorite part of the whole freak out:
Cass: well something just got my attention. she insulted you.
Cass: by that i mean ari.
Cass: you couldnt wear that outfit because it doesnt come big enough. my top from karmans wedding is a 24 and it barely fits me.
Thanks, I love being told I'm not only fat, I'm reaaaaally fat. On my birthday. And then having the person calling me fat try and play it off like the other person is. She might be, but she's also a clueless sort.
Faaaaaab.
I spent much of the entirety of The Devil Wears Prada wishing to be as pale as Anne Hathaway and marveling at her lips.
Also, the movie and the book should meet some time for coffee, as they have so very much in common and yet nothing. All at the same time. Awesome, no? It's a shame. The things I did manage to love in the book were completely left out of the movie. ( for example... ) On the other hand, I didn't spend the flick wanting them all to die painfully, as I did when reading the book. So, I suppose that's the trade off.
I'm off to book scavenge. Wish me luck.
I awake to this being waved about by Cass who is screaming foul, foul, FOUL. Agreed that putting a bow right on a trio of fat girls is cruel.
But this is my favorite part of the whole freak out:
Cass: well something just got my attention. she insulted you.
Cass: by that i mean ari.
Cass: you couldnt wear that outfit because it doesnt come big enough. my top from karmans wedding is a 24 and it barely fits me.
Thanks, I love being told I'm not only fat, I'm reaaaaally fat. On my birthday. And then having the person calling me fat try and play it off like the other person is. She might be, but she's also a clueless sort.
Faaaaaab.
I spent much of the entirety of The Devil Wears Prada wishing to be as pale as Anne Hathaway and marveling at her lips.
Also, the movie and the book should meet some time for coffee, as they have so very much in common and yet nothing. All at the same time. Awesome, no? It's a shame. The things I did manage to love in the book were completely left out of the movie. ( for example... ) On the other hand, I didn't spend the flick wanting them all to die painfully, as I did when reading the book. So, I suppose that's the trade off.
I'm off to book scavenge. Wish me luck.