True Story.
“Yo mama looks like a wax-dipped version of Nicolas Sarkozy’s wife.
I (Cailin Hill) was walking down Rue Marbeuf just now, a fucking obvious socialite-daughter-cum-hipster-it-girl who clearly Googled “Shoreditch” before leaving the house tonight in a very creative attempt at personal style, turns to her mother [who looks like she is wearing a latex mask of Carla Bruni-Sarkozy] and runs her mouth off about me assuming i don’t speak English.
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oh my gawd—she’s so skinny…
i reeled around in my drop-crotch gray sweatpants, baggy T-shirt and my most favorite vintage leather bomber jacket [which happens to have “BULIMIC WHORE” stitched across the back so i understand the confusion] but couldn’t even get in a quick WELL THERE’S ENOUGH FAT INJECTED IN YOUR MOTHER’S FACE FOR ALL OF US! before they disappeared into the crowd.
stupid cunt, get the fuck out. how can you even tell that i am “so skinny” in this apparel…? you can’t. i am not wearing make up and i am pale. this does not equal “so skinny” you are fucking ignorant.
i would have whomped you over the head with the semi-frozen box of 600 calorie/20 grams of fat 4-fucking-cheese microwave tortellini that i was carrying home from the grocery store in my purse—but then i couldn’t be typing this Tumblr now, shoving my face and remaining skinny because some bitches just have it like that. *snap* *snap* *in yo face*”
K.P.K. (Key Phrases Kiddas):
“A very creative attempt at personal style”. This one kills me with laughter!
“How can you even tell that i am “so skinny” in this apparel…? you can’t. i am not wearing make up and i am pale. this does not equal “so skinny” you are fucking ignorant (Wearing drop-crotch gray sweatpants, baggy T-shirt and a vintage leather bomber jacket).”
“Shoving my face and remaining skinny because some bitches just have it like that.”
KIDDAS, ALL I HAVE TO SAY IS…DON’T PICK ON ME, PICK ON SOMEONE YOUR OWN SIZE, LIKE YOURSELF.
