Month: February 2015
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Inside the Mind of a Paranoid Person, who feels like the world is against her.
Since I was 7, all I have heard from people is:
“You’re so stupid”
“Hey, are you anorexic?”
“You’re fucking ugly, bitch”.
“I bet everyone would be happy if you died”
“Why do you even still exist? Your friends hate you.”
“No boy is ever gonna like you, you know that right?”
“Yeah, I solved all of my problems right after I dumped your ass”
“Your skin is fucking gross, change that shit”
I have heard most of these phrases my entire life. These phrases were said by complete strangers, friends, and even boyfriends. It’s not fun to be a paranoid person. It is not fun to feel like you’re being used every second. It doesn’t feel good when people tell you that people talk shit about you. It doesn’t feel good when someone tries to ruin your life just because you hit a snag. I have cut out a lot of people from my life in the past years, whether due to circumstances or just due to the fact that these people feel the need to pick on me every chance they get. Two years ago, my life was turned upside down, and for some reason, I could never get out of it. From then on, I had boys who would use me when their on-again and off-again girlfriends were giving them shit, I had friends betray me, and I have had people accuse me of things I can’t even control. I am sorry I am such a fuck-up in your eyes, but all I am asking is this: treat people with fucking respect. I am not asking to be friends with everyone and kumbayah and all that, but you never know what someone’s going through. Ever. You never do, until you ask them. Today, I was told that I can come back to a certain friend group if I “truly” work on my problems. See, yeah, that’s not a friend group for me. Friends help each other, not ice each other out and basically treat them like an object. You felt used? Guess what, so do I. Now we’re even. Anyway, enough of that. I basically always think people are mad at me. I always think a lot of people do not like me when I first meet them, because that was all I would hear about in high school. I even had friends that came and go as they pleased and used me whenever they felt like it. I am not friends with those people now. They tried to weasel their way back in, but that didn’t happen. I also made a huge decision to drop out of my theatre program this year, simply because I now need the time to focus on myself with school and with life after graduation. I have some great friends now, friends that are awesome. But the friend group I just let go, I now feel that a huge weight has been lifted off of my shoulders. You’re happy you lost me? Good, I am happy I left too. This is how I feel, and I am sticking to it. From now on, no more sadness or tears. No more crying about how I lost another friend. I am done with that. Come to me with drama, and I’ll walk away. Positivity starts here, and it starts now.
Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show Inspirational Illustrations
Last night we got to see some of the most beautiful women in the world rocking the most outrageously embellished pieces the runway has ever seen! But how do these glamorous looks come to be? Illustrations of course! Check out the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show themes in their early incarnations!
Au man! The Gilded Angels collection was the most metallic of them all as all of the angels with dripping in gold!
This fun collection is perfect for fun-loving females, and was filled with animal prints, and bold neons!
The Exotic Traveler collection borrowed inspiration from all over the world!
Your favorite fairy tales got so much more romantic with this beautiful collection of pastel and lace!
What the Fuck is Fuckable
Seriously? What the fuck is fuckable?? I don’t know if I can answer that question for you, but I can share my own experience.
When I was 19 or so, I was standing in a Starbucks in West Hollywood with a director, talking about the upcoming film we were about to shoot. It had been a long road, but we had finally made it. Waiting for our coffee, I could see that he seemed a bit uneasy. I asked him if everything was ok. He said yes. I didn’t believe him, so I asked him again. He looked at me and said “Heather, I’m sorry, we have to give your role to another actor. The producers don’t want you.” I didn’t understand. I had been attached to this project for two years, and now two weeks before filming, I’m being let go. I asked him why. He looked me dead…
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Wine: Eternal In Our Minds, Not On Our Shelves
I had a customer come in the other day looking for a bottle of Ridge Monte Bello. The thing is, he didn’t just want any old bottle. He was specifically looking for the 1995 vintage.
“1995?” I sputtered. “Yeah, you won’t find anything that old in our store. You’d be hard pressed to find it anywhere.”
The customer seemed confused. “A wine from 1995 is old?”
In the end, the whole endeavor was pointless, as we didn’t even have a current vintage of the Monte Bello available, but it illustrates a curious and commonly held misconception: that wine lasts forever. Much like the concept of “love at first sight” and astrology, these notions are deeply ingrained in culture, and difficult to root out.
I can tell you definitively, though: wine is not eternal.
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Vin Est Mon Ami 